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THOUGHT that a man went home last night

From the trench where the tired men lie,

And walked through the streets of his own old town—

And I thought that man was I.

And I walked through the gates of that good old town

Which circles below the hill,

And laves its feet in the river fair

That floweth so full and still.

Gladly and gladly into my heart

Came the old street sounds and sights,

And pleasanter far than the Pleiades

Was the gleam of the old street lights.

And as I came by St. Mary's Tower,

The old, solemn bell struck ten,

And back to me echoed the memory

Of my boyhood days again:

Musing I turned me east about

To the haunt of my fellow-men.

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