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IN HIGHGATE CEMETERY.
Far-spread below doth London wear
Its cloud by day, its fire by night;
But scarce with heavenly presence there,
Enshrined in smoke or pallid light.
Its cloud by day, its fire by night;
But scarce with heavenly presence there,
Enshrined in smoke or pallid light.
Incessant troops from that vast throng
Withdraw to silent colonies;
Where houses, lo, are fair and strong,
Though ruins all that dwell in these.
Withdraw to silent colonies;
Where houses, lo, are fair and strong,
Though ruins all that dwell in these.
Yet here, too, under boundless sky,
Do children sport, and wild birds sing;
Calm foliage waxes green and high,
And grave-side roses smell of Spring.
Do children sport, and wild birds sing;
Calm foliage waxes green and high,
And grave-side roses smell of Spring.
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