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I have past by about that hour When men are not most brave,It did not make my heart to fail,And I have heard the nightingale Sing sweetly on her grave.
I have past by about that hour When Ghosts their freedom have,But there was nothing here to fright,And I have seen the glow-worm's light Shine on the poor girl's grave.
There's one who like a Christian lies Beneath the church-tree's shade;I'd rather go a long mile roundThan pass at evening thro' the ground Wherein that man is laid.
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