IV
Epitaph
Step lightly on this narrow spot!The broadest land that growsIs not so ample as the breastThese emerald seams enclose.
Step lofty; for this name is toldAs far as cannon dwell,Or flag subsist, or fame exportHer deathless syllable.
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