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Rh Hum o'er the thyme, the grouse

Call from the heather in bloom!

Sleep, or only for this

Break your united repose!

EPILOGUE.

RUGBY CHAPEL.

, sadly descends

The autumn evening. The field

Strewn with its dank yellow drifts

Of withered leaves, and the elms,

Fade into dimness apace,

Silent; hardly a shout