The story and song of Black Roderick . IJjHigh Paradise to receive some spir- yj^it wellnigh spent. Hark, said he, how the wind moans and the rain ^beats upon the window! But it was the cry of the passing ghosts and their falling tears as their black sins ^fought and kept them from heaven. Jig But one who was a singer took hisharp and sang, for he understood. f^QHere is his song: |j $They say it is the wind in midnight skies,4 * Loud shrieking past the window, thatdoth makeEach casement shudder with its storm ofcries,And the barred door with pushing shoul-der shake. Ah no, ah no, it is the sou
The story and song of Black Roderick . IJjHigh Paradise to receive some spir- yj^it wellnigh spent. Hark, said he, how the wind moans and the rain ^beats upon the window! But it was the cry of the passing ghosts and their falling tears as their black sins ^fought and kept them from heaven. Jig But one who was a singer took hisharp and sang, for he understood. f^QHere is his song: |j $They say it is the wind in midnight skies,4 * Loud shrieking past the window, thatdoth makeEach casement shudder with its storm ofcries,And the barred door with pushing shoul-der shake. Ah no, ah no, it is the souls pass by, Their lot to run from earth to Gods highplace,Pursued by each black sin that death let flyFrom their sad flesh, to break them in thechase. £& They say it is the rain from leaf to leaffxs Doth slip and roll into the thirsting *s® ground, So
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