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Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

An Honest Man Here Lies At Rest, The Friend Of Man The Friend Of Truth The Friend Of Age And Guide Of Youth. Few Hearts Like His With Virtue Warmed, Few Heads With Knowledge So Informed. If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss. If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss; If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.