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Our ancient church its lowly tower	A
Beneath the loftier spire	B
Is shadowed when the sunset hour	A
Clothes the tall shaft in fire	A
It sinks beyond the distant eye	C
Long ere the glittering vane	D
High wheeling in the western sky	C
Has faded o er the plain	D
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Like Sentinel and Nun they keep	E
Their vigil on the green	F
One seems to guard and one to weep	E
The dead that lie between	F
And both roll out so full and near	G
Their music s mingling waves	H
They shake the grass whose pennoned spear	G
Leans on the narrow graves	H
	-
The stranger parts the flaunting weeds	I
Whose seeds the winds have strown	F
So thick beneath the line he reads	I
They shade the sculptured stone	F
The child unveils his clustered brow	J
And ponders for a while	K
The graven willow s pendent bough	J
Or rudest cherub s smile	K
	-
But what to them the dirge the knell	L
These were the mourner s share	M
The sullen clang whose heavy swell	L
Throbbed through the beating air	M
The rattling cord the rolling stone	F
The shelving sand that slid	N
And far beneath with hollow tone	F
Rung on the coffin s lid	N
	-
The slumberer s mound grows fresh and green	F
Then slowly disappears	O
The mosses creep the gray stones lean	F
Earth hides his date and years	O
But long before the once loved name	P
Is sunk or worn away	Q
No lip the silent dust may claim	P
That pressed the breathing clay	Q
	-
Go where the ancient pathway guides	R
See where our sires laid down	F
Their smiling babes their cherished brides	R
The patriarchs of the town	F
Hast thou a tear for buried love	S
A sigh for transient power	A
All that a century left above	S
Go read it in an hour	A
	-
The Indian s shaft the Briton s ball	T
The sabre s thirsting edge	U
The hot shell shattering in its fall	T
The bayonet s rending wedge	U
Here scattered death yet seek the spot	V
No trace thine eye can see	W
No altar and they need it not	V
Who leave their children free	W
	-
Look where the turbid rain drops stand	X
In many a chiselled square	M
The knightly crest the shield the brand	X
Of honored names were there	M
Alas for every tear is dried	Y
Those blazoned tablets knew	F
Save when the icy marble s side	Y
Drips with the evening dew	F
	-
Or gaze upon yon pillared stone	F
The empty urn of pride	Y
There stand the Goblet and the Sun	F
What need of more beside	Y
Where lives the memory of the dead	Z
Who made their tomb a toy	A2
Whose ashes press that nameless bed	Z
Go ask the village boy	A2
	-
Lean o er the slender western wall	T
Ye ever roaming girls	B2
The breath that bids the blossom fall	T
May lift your floating curls	B2
To sweep the simple lines that tell	L
An exile s date and doom	C2
And sigh for where his daughters dwell	L
They wreathe the stranger s tomb	C2
	-
And one amid these shades was born	F
Beneath this turf who lies	D2
Once beaming as the summer s morn	F
That closed her gentle eyes	D2
If sinless angels love as we	W
Who stood thy grave beside	Y
Three seraph welcomes waited thee	W
The daughter sister bride	Y
	-
I wandered to thy buried mound	E2
When earth was hid below	F2
The level of the glaring ground	E2
Choked to its gates with snow	F2
And when with summer s flowery waves	H
The lake of verdure rolled	G2
As if a Sultan s white robed slaves	H
Had scattered pearls and gold	G2
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Nay the soft pinions of the air	M
That lift this trembling tone	F
Its breath of love may almost bear	M
To kiss thy funeral stone	F
And now thy smiles have passed away	Q
For all the joy they gave	H2
May sweetest dews and warmest ray	Q
Lie on thine early grave	H2
	-
When damps beneath and storms above	S
Have bowed these fragile towers	I2
Still o er the graves yon locust grove	J2
Shall swing its Orient flowers	I2
And I would ask no mouldering bust	K2
If e er this humble line	F
Which breathed a sigh o er other s dust	K2
Might call a tear on mine	F

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