An Epitaph

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Title:     An Epitaph
Author: Herman Melville [More Titles by Melville]

When Sunday tidings from the front
Made pale the priest and people,
And heavily the blessing went,
And bells were dumb in the steeple;
The Soldier's widow (summering sweerly here,
In shade by waving beeches lent)
Felt deep at heart her faith content,
And priest and people borrowed of her cheer.

[The end]
Herman Melville's poem: Epitaph

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