THE RELIC.

WHEN my grave is broke up again

Some second guest to entertain,

—For graves have learnd that woman-head,

To be to more than one a bed—

And he that digs it, spies

A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,

Will he not let us alone,

And think that there a loving couple lies,

Who thought that this device might be some way

To make their souls at the last busy day

Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?

If this fall in a time, or land,

Where mass-devotion doth command,

Then he that digs us up will bring

Us to the bishop or the king,

To make us relics ; then

Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I

A something else thereby ;

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