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And by the torches' blaze The stately priest had said High words of power and praise To the glory of the dead.

They lowered him, with the sound Of requiems, to repose; When from the throngs around A solemn voice arose:—

"Forbear! forbear!" it cried, "In the holiest name forbear! He hath conquered regions wide,   But he shall not slumber there!

"By the violated hearth   Which made way for yon proud shrine; By the harvests which this earth    Hath borne for me and mine;