of this their saintly place.

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The fond old man was weeping;

and tremulous and slow

Along the rough and crooked lane

he crept from Asaroe.

A DREAM

I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;

I went to the window to see the sight;

All the Dead that ever I knew

Going one by one and two by two.

On they pass'd, and on they pass'd;

Townsfellows all, from first to last;

Born in the moonlight of the lane,

Quench'd in the heavy shadow again.

Schoolmates, marching as when we play'd

At soldiers once—but now more staid;

Those were the strangest sight to me

Who were drown'd, I knew, in the awful sea.

Straight and handsome folk; bent and weak, too;

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