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 He reach'd his home, and by his looks
 * They saw his inward strife:

And they clung round him with their arms,
 * Both Ellen and his wife.

And Mary could not check her tears.
 * So on his breast she bow'd;

Then Frenzy melted into Grief,
 * And Edward wept aloud.

Dear Ellen did not weep at all,
 * But closelier did she cling.

And turn'd her face and look'd as if
 * She saw some frightful thing.

To see a man tread over Graves
 * I hold it no good mark;

'Tis wicked in the Sun and Moon,
 * And bad luck in the dark!

You see that Grave? The Lord, he gives,
 * The Lord, he takes away:

Oh! 'tis the child of my old age
 * Lies there as cold as clay.