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Through the open s strearant, i alike the uplifted face of the minister, the head of the convict, and all between The rave and tender when he read and prayed, but in the hyhty archangel That triu in the heart while we said the Creed

When the service was over, the congregation waited for the Governor to pass out first At the door he pressed ave him thanks, but made excuse to stay away When he and the nobleuest had left the churchyard, and the townspeople too were gone, I and h the dewyabout us, and the birds caroling from every tree and thicket