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AYLMER’S FIELD.
Save under pall with bearers. In one month, Thro' weary and yet ever wearier hours,The childless mother went to seek her child; And when he felt the silence of his house About him, and the change and not the change, And those fixt eyes of painted ancestors Staring forever from their gilded wallsOn him their last descendant, his own head Began to droop, to fall; the man became Imbecile; his one word was 'desolate';Dead for two years before his death was he; But when the second Christmas came, escaped His keepers, and the silence which he felt,To find a deeper in the narrow gloomBy wife and child; nor wanted at his endThe dark retinue reverencing deathAt golden thresholds; nor from tender hearts, And those who sorrow'd o'er a vanish'd race, Pity, the violet on the tyrant's grave.Then the great Hall was wholly broken down,
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