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And often the way-faring man Would love to linger there,Forgetful of his onward road To gaze on scenes so fair.
But never could Lord William dare To gaze on Severn's stream;In every wind that swept its waves He heard young Edmund scream.
In vain at midnight's silent hour Sleep closed the murderer's eyes,In every dream the murderer saw Young Edmund's form arise.
In vain by restless conscience driven Lord William left his home,Far from the scenes that saw his guilt, In pilgrimage to roam.
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