James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
July 30Stanzas on the Death of Thomas Gray
By Anonymous
B
Imperious Death! from thy fell grasp to save;
He knew, and told it with a Poet’s fire,
“The paths of Glory lead but to the grave.”
Mourned o’er the simple rustic’s turfy cell,
To strew his tomb no grateful mourner find,
No village swain to ring one parting knell?
Green rushes culling thy dark grave to strew;
With mountain flowers I’ll deck the hallowed place,
And fence it round with osiers mixed with yew.