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     Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,

     Since o'er shady groves they hover

     And with leaves and flowers do cover

     The friendless bodies of unburied men.

     Call unto his funeral dole

     The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole

     To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm

     And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm;

     But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,

     For with his nails he'll dig them up again.