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The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,
His eyes were alive and clear of care,
But well he knew that the hour was
To bid good-bye to his ancient home

Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew- I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true
Love lies in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams,

Hot August noon: already on that
Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most
Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of way;
Ay and by night, till whether good or

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn
Where may the grave of that good man be
— By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree
The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its...