| 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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| It is not pride, it is not shame |
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| But the hearts that once adored me |
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