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Show Alone McKean. "Oft ia tha stilly night." Moore. Oft in the stilly niht, ere ilumber'i chain huh bound him, The Tribune scribe doth hula arise, and wrap hii robes arouod him; For yet big tears will not be staid, be slill succumbs to Forrow, And tleep cis, comf rtless, he sits and scribbles for the murrtw. Thus in the stilly nirht ere slumber's chain hith bound him, Be writes those wondrous diatribes the mbune doih abound ia; And thus awake, wnile others sleep away from noiao and racket, He Fcnbblea elil), and doubtless will, till clu tlied iq a straight jacket. He stys that in the stilly night, with darkness ill around him, Tho "white soul's" greatness bright doth sbmo, sad with its glow surround him. And ihij is why be ceaseless writes the the trash wo all have smd, ' For, sycophantic, still, ho sings alono about McKean. |