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 Ah God! It is a church I see.” ’Tis no church, but belongs to me!”

That churchyard, and those crosses thine?” No crosses—trees for which I pine!

Look on me, loved one, over all, Then quickly jump over the wall.”

Oh, let me be, thy look is wild— Thou art no longer gentle, mild.

Thy breath is like a poison rare, Thy heart it is no longer there.”

Oh, fear me not! A happy life Is thine if thou wilt be my wife.

Meat thou’lt have—without blood I say, Except by hazard—just to-day.

What hast thou in thy bundle there?” The shirts I made of linen fair.”

Two are enough—throw them away, One for us each, enough I say.”

He threw the bundle on the wall, It fell upon a gravestone tall.

Be not afraid, but look at me, And jump across the wall you see.”

You went before me all the way, Then lead across the wall, I pray.

I followed but the path you trod, Jump over first upon the sod.”

He jumped across the churchyard wall, He thought of treason not at all.