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 Then, they, for Christian pity’s sake, In holy ground a grave would make ; That straightway buried he should be In the Church-yard of the Priory.

Apart, some little space, was made The grave where Francis must be laid. In no confusion or neglect This did they,—but in pure respect That he was born of gentle Blood; And that there was no neighbourhood Of kindred for him in that ground: So to the Church-yard they are bound, Bearing the Body on a bier In decency and humble chear; And psalms are sung with holy sound.

But Emily hath raised her head, And is again disquieted;