. At early candle light and other poems. mm if HE swing of the sea, the billowslong beat,Flow thro* this tale that floatsout of the rude hearse was rattled along an old street; No mourner was near it—not even a wandering sailor, blown in from the wave, Went up to the wagon that carried the dead,Kept close behind till it came to the grave Of the stranger, and stood with his uncovered headTill the cofi&n was covered, heaved a deep sigh,And said, I thought some one should just * stand by. Hear the moan of the blast, the rain on the beach. Curlews cry thro the spray, in this mans gentl
. At early candle light and other poems. mm if HE swing of the sea, the billowslong beat,Flow thro* this tale that floatsout of the rude hearse was rattled along an old street; No mourner was near it—not even a wandering sailor, blown in from the wave, Went up to the wagon that carried the dead,Kept close behind till it came to the grave Of the stranger, and stood with his uncovered headTill the cofi&n was covered, heaved a deep sigh,And said, I thought some one should just * stand by. Hear the moan of the blast, the rain on the beach. Curlews cry thro the spray, in this mans gentledeed. Did the wail of his weanlings, who wait for him, teachThis sun-browned old saint such a heavenly creed ? Did some fell affliction his own life had felt Scud oer his sad soul as the pauper went past ? 26 STAND BY 27 Did unspeakable loss make his sympathy melt For a poor, friendless mortal, forsaken at last?Did a sob sag his breast, or a tear wet his eye ?I know not, and care not, because he ** stood by. Stood by all alone on
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