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Poem by William Allingham
In Highgate Cemetery
FAR-SPREAD below doth London wear Its cloud by day, its fire by night,— Yet scarce with heavenly presence there Shrined in the smoke or pallid light. Incessant troops from that vast throng Withdraw to silent colonies; Where houses, lo! are fair and strong, Though ruins all that dwell in these. Yet, ’neath the universal sky Bright children here too run and sing, Calm verdure waxes green and high, And grave-side roses smell of spring.
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