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 LORD TENNYSON

And deepens on and up ' the gates

Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,

To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity,

One sabbath deep and wide A light upon the shining sea

The Bridegroom with his bride!

��7/2 Blow, Bugle, blow

THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying-

O hark, O hear' how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going' O sweet and far from cliff and scar

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing? Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul,

And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

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