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 STAND outside the Abbey where we stood Singing our parts. 'Twas early morning, and our life was good, So young our hearts ! Lonely upon the wall one shadow falls — Mine, all alone ; Broken, my voice, all inharmonious, calls Its other tone. The city crowd goes past me, rushing by, With far-off roar ; Beside my feet the quiet gravestones lie, Unseen before. The windows, all a glory from within, Are dull without ; A vision as of death in pain and sin Doth glide about.