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The deep-toned bell, from Linder's lofty tower, / With awful peal proclaims the midnight hour; / And spectres grim, in robes of ghastly white, / Come forth to wander through the gloom of night.
They move with noiseless tread, that ghostly train, / Low, muttering sounds convulse the trembling frame, / The eye revolts in terror from the sight, / The blood congeals, the cheek grows deathly white.