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And in He came with eyes of flame The Fiend to fetch the dead,And all the church with his presence glowed Like a fiery furnace red.
He laid his hand on the iron chains And like flax they moulder'd asunder,And the coffin lid that was barr'd so firm He burst with his voice of thunder.
And he bade the Old Woman of Berkeley rise And come with her master away,And the cold sweat stood on the cold cold corpse, At the voice she was forced to obey.
She rose on her feet in her winding sheet, Her dead flesh quivered with fear,And a groan like that which the Old Woman gave Never did mortal hear.
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