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 Did Postboy stay by the dead girl’s side? Not he! relieved of her feather-weight, He woke the echoes with measured stride, Galloping up to the postal gate— Blood, dust, and sweat from head to tail, A riderless horse with the Greytown mail!

And now a river-oak, drooping, weeps In ceaseless sorrow above the grave Down on the flat where Kitty sleeps, Hushed by the river’s lapping wave— That ever tells to the trees the tale Of how she rode with the Greytown mail.