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Show THE two cornet. In yonder old cathedral Two lonely cofSa a lie , la one Ue head of the itus lies deid. And a tlaftr alerps hard by. Once had that ilax srest power. AadproDdly he ruled the land Uli crown e'en now Is on tla brow And his sword U In fci haadr How sweetly sleeps the elerer' With calmly folded eyes. And on the breast ot the bard at rest Tbe harp that he aoanded lies. The cutla walla are falling Aad war Cntrecta the land, Bst the sword leans not from the mildewed spot There la that dead jinx's hud. Bat with erety race of nitnre There seerm to Out alone To cheer again the hearts of men The sinter's deathless aonrl firm fae CUtttfO .art. |