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THAT night your great guns, unawares, / Shook all our coffins as we lay, / And broke the chancel window-squares, / We thought it was the Judgment-day
And sat upright. While drearisome / Arose the howl of wakened hounds: / The mouse let fall the altar-crumb, / The worms drew back into the mounds,