"THE STANDING OF THE DEAD: SOLVING THE PROBLEM OF ABANDONED GRAVEYARDS Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. …. Yet ev’n these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhimes and shapeless sculpture deck’d, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. — Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard, in THE OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH VERSE 278, 280 (Christopher B. Ricks ed., Oxford Univ. Press 1999) (1750)."