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AT THE GRAVE OF JANE CARLYLE
HADDINGTON ABBEY
Here on your grave as evening falls,
Sunk 'mid the turf and daisies,
Within these roofless abbey walls,
I read a husband's praises,
Sunk 'mid the turf and daisies,
Within these roofless abbey walls,
I read a husband's praises,
Of you to whom in life he showed
So little love and kindness,
But on your gravestone overflowed
In vain remorse for blindness.
So little love and kindness,
But on your gravestone overflowed
In vain remorse for blindness.
Not for his pain my eyes are wet,
But for your lot so bitter.
What is to me his weak regret?
His silence had been fitter.
But for your lot so bitter.
What is to me his weak regret?
His silence had been fitter.
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