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Only some spires of bright green grass
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Written on Returning to the P. of I. on the 10th of January, 1827
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Wind, sink to rest in the heather
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And now the house-dog stretched once more
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A Sudden chasm of ghastly light
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To A.G.A
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The Old church tower and garden wall
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Shed no tears o'er that tomb
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Weaned from life and torn away
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