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It is an old belief that on the night of All Saints, "Hallowe'en," the / spirits of the dead return, so each year there is made a beloved feast.
He will come back across the roads unmeasured -- / Lit by old moons and flaming sun and star; / There are so many things he loved and treasured / To call him from afar.
Joy of the distant heaven, howe'er entrancing, / Never could charm him from the earth he knew, / Scent of the rose-leaves -- music, mirth and dancing -- / He will come back to you.
He will come back -- no golden bars can hold him -- / He will come back to fire and candle shine; / He will be near, though you may not behold him, / And though he gives no sign.