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Rh The sexton raised the coffin lid, Coffin lid made of sugar maple, Filled with screws, shining and bright, Raised he this coffin lid of maple. The coffin was empty! the body stolen! The awful fact of resurrection Fired the wrath of the beholders, Fired them all to vengeance, Fired these rustics of the forest, In the wildwoods of Hubbardton. Vengeance fell on Green Mountain Athens, On its rural seat of medical learning, In the land of slates and quarries, Quarries of green and purple slates, Slates that never fade nor tarnish.

A council of war was held from day to day, In this town of battle, but not of song, To decide the course their vengeance should take,