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In all the land
A pile so grand / Is scarcely found / As this. Around / Its old grey walls / The shadow falls / Of bygone years, / And so one fears / To raise one's tone, / When one is shown / Some ancient tomb, / Half hid in gloom. / Beneath such stones / There rest the bones / Of monarchs bold, / Whose story's told / For you and me / In history.
From kings of men / We wander; then / We're quickly brought / To kings of thought, / For poets lie / Interred hard by. / Here, too, repose / The bones of those / Who fought the foe / Long, long ago. / Brave knights were they; / And in the fray / They kept from shame / The English name, / And proved in fight / Great Britain's might. / Where they are laid / Their rest is made / As sweet as prayer / By music rare: / Over their head / The sleeping dead / Can daily hear / The anthem clear / Floating along / Like angel's song, / Until it dies / Like angel's sighs.