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"And we shall be changed
""And we shall be changed
" Ye dainty mosses, lichens grey, Pressed each to each in tender fold, And peacefully thus, day by day, Returning to their mould; Brown leaves, that with aerial grace...

The cold earth yields to the warm blood
The black soil incarnadined
Entangled in a rusty hue
Come morrow, the billows will rise

The first-class brains of a senior civil
Shiver and shatter and
As the steering column of his comfortable
Batters in the bony wall