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Perhaps I loved it well; and should I lay My ashes in a soil which is not mine, My Spirit shall resume it--if we may[ll] Unbodied choose a sanctuary.[386] I twine My hopes of being remembered in my line With my land's language: if too fond and far These aspirations in their scope incline,-- If my Fame should be, as my fortunes are, Of hasty growth and blight, and dull Oblivion bar