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 The Dying of Père Pierre

AY, grieve not that ye can no honour give

To these poor bones that presently must be

But carrion; since I have sought to live

Upon God's earth, as He hath guided me,

I shall not lack! Where would ye have me lie?

High heaven is higher than cathedral nave:

Do men paint chancels fairer than the sky?"

Beside the darkened lake they made his grave,

Below the altar of the hills; and night

Swung incense clouds of mist in creeping lines [32]