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There was many a grave, yet not even there
    Had his father found a tomb.

They traversed a bleak and barren heath,
    Till they came to a gloomy wood,
Where the dark trees droop'd, and the dark grass grew,
    As cursed with the sight of blood.

There stood a lorn and blasted tree,
    As heaven and earth were its foes,
And beneath was a piled up mound of stones,
    Whence a rude gray cross arose.

"And lo!" said the ancient servitor,
    "It is here thy father is laid;