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...sage, As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honour ? Tho hill-side for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall ; And the dark rock pines like tossing plumes O'er his bier to wave ; And God's own hand, in that lonely land, To...

...sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honour, — The hill-side for a pall, To lie in state, while angels wait With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rook-pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lonely land To lay...

...hill-side for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait, With stars for tapers tall ; The dark rock pines like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lovely land, To lay him in his grave. In that deep grave without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay,...

...sage **f> he wrote down for men. And had he not high honour ! The hill side for his pall, To lie in state, while angels wait, With stars for tapers tall,...break again — most wond'rous thought! — Before the Judgment- day ! And stand, with glory wrapp'd around, On the hills he never trod, And speak of the...

...stars for tapers tall ; And the dark rock pines like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave, And Ood's own hand in that lonely land To lay him in the grave. In that deep grave without a name. Whence his nncoffin'd clay Shall break again, most wondrous thought ! Before the Judgment Day ; And ttanil with...

...honour? The hill-side for his pall, To lie in state while angels wait, With stars for tapers tall ; The dark rock-pines like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God's own hand in that lovely land, To lay him in his grave. la that deep grave without a name ! Whence his uncoffined clay,...