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AYLMER’S FIELD.
Was always with her, whom you also knew.Him too you loved, for he was worthy love.And these had been together from the first;They might have been together till the last.Friends, this frail bark of ours, when sorely tried,May wreck itself without the pilot's guilt,Without the captain's knowledge: hope with me.Whose shame is that, if he went hence with shame?Nor mine the fault, if losing both of theseI cry to vacant chairs and widow'd walls,"My house is left unto me desolate."
 While thus he spoke, his hearers wept; but some,Sons of the glebe, with other frowns than thoseThat knit themselves for summer shadow, scowl'dAt their great lord. He, when it seem'd he sawNo pale sheet-lightnings from afar, but fork'dOf the near storm, and aiming at his head,Sat anger-charm'd from sorrow, soldierlike,Erect: but when the preacher's cadence flow'd
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