On a Vacant Tomb at Llanbedr

O parent Earth! in thy retreats
My heart with holier fervour beats,
And fearlessly, thou knowest well,
Contemplates the sepulchral cell.
Guard, parent Earth, those trees, those flowers,
Those refuges from wintry hours,
Where every plant from every clime
Renews with joy its native prime.
Long may the fane o'er this lone sod
Lift its meek head toward its God,
And gather round the tomes of Truth
Its bending elds and blooming youth;
And long too may these lindens wave
O'er timely and untimely grave;
But, if the virtuous be thy pride,
Keep this one tomb unoccupied.