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Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last! / The guards are crouching underneath the rock; / The lights are fading in the town below, / Around the cottage which this morn was ours.
Kind sun, to set, and leave us here alone; / Alone upon our crosses with our God; / While all the angels watch us from the stars.