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LVI. THE MISER'S FUNERAL.
Cups full of fruit, and green, the acorns fell,The shallow-footed larches were uptorn;
To furthest pastures on her funeral morn
The winds that blustered bore the toll of bell;
No eye was red for weeping at the knell,
Black suits of ill-dissembled grief were worn,
By careless hands her aged corse was borne,
And only those she paid for said farewell.
But when, beside the open grave, we found
What tears therein the bitter rain had wept,
And heard how sadly from the dripping mound
By moan of gust the Gospel words were swept,
There seemed such sorrow in the rain and wind,
Our hearts were touched, our words were less unkind.
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