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 A BALLAD OF BURIAL

"Saint Praxed's ever was the Church for peace."

down here I chance to die,

Solemnly I beg you take

All that is left of "I"

To the Hills for old sake's sake.

Pack, and pack me thoroughly,

In the ice that used to slake

Drinks I drank when I was dry—

This observe for old sake's sake.

To the railway station hie,

There a single ticket take

For Umballa—goods-train—I

Shall not mind delay or shake.

I shall rest contentedly

Spite of clamour coolies make;

Thus in frozen dignity

Send me up for old sake's sake.

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