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HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years old / Fate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold, / Who shall succeed me in my rural field), / To this small spirit annual honours yield! / Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I crave / And this, in thy green farm, the only grave.