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1 " The paths of glory lead but to the grave. "
― Thomas Gray , An Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
2 " Here rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,And Melancholy marked him for her own. "
3 " Full many a gem of purest ray serene,The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air. "
4 " Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air. "
5 " Let not Ambition mock their useful toil "
6 " Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,Their sober wishes never learned to stray;Along the cool sequestered vale of lifeThey kept the noiseless tenor of their way. "