. The book of ballads . I ^. =SSS^j^^ 1i\ i ?[?inrrs lift ^.Hlls. T WAS in the town of Lubeck, A hundred years ag-o,An old man walkd into the church, AVith beard as white as snow ;Yet were his cheeks not wrinkled, jNor dim his eag-le eye :There e manj a knight that steps the street,Might wonder, should he chance to meet That man erect and high! !; ?When silenced was the organ, And hushd the vespers loud,The Sacristan approached the sire. And drew him from the crowd— Theres something in thy visage, On which I dare not look,And when I rang the passing bell,A tremor that I may not tell, My very v
. The book of ballads . I ^. =SSS^j^^ 1i\ i ?[?inrrs lift ^.Hlls. T WAS in the town of Lubeck, A hundred years ag-o,An old man walkd into the church, AVith beard as white as snow ;Yet were his cheeks not wrinkled, jNor dim his eag-le eye :There e manj a knight that steps the street,Might wonder, should he chance to meet That man erect and high! !; ?When silenced was the organ, And hushd the vespers loud,The Sacristan approached the sire. And drew him from the crowd— Theres something in thy visage, On which I dare not look,And when I rang the passing bell,A tremor that I may not tell, My very vitals shook. D
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