The poetical works of Henry Alford | ||
They carry him where from chapel low
Rings clear the angel-bell:
He was the flower of knights and lords,
So chant the requiem well:
His wound was deep, and his holy sleep
Shall last him many a day,
Till the cry of crime in the latter time
Shall melt the charm away.
Rings clear the angel-bell:
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So chant the requiem well:
His wound was deep, and his holy sleep
Shall last him many a day,
Till the cry of crime in the latter time
Shall melt the charm away.
The poetical works of Henry Alford | ||