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Hathern, Leicestershire THE SIMPLE folk once used to throng | |
| These mouldering steps beneath, | |
| And every child that passed along | |
| Its soft petitions breathe, | |
| In pious days of yore. | 5 |
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| The workingmen at dawn of day | |
| Were here assembled kneeling, | |
| And to their labor bore away | |
| A calm of holy feeling, | |
| In Christian days of yore. | 10 |
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| Till once a stalwart company | |
| Of men with gloomy faces, | |
| Unlike the men ye used to see | |
| In such-like holy places | |
| In quiet days of yore, | 15 |
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| With savage hands pulled down the sign | |
| Of our Redeemers sorrow, | |
| And promised in more force to join, | |
| And break the rest to-morrow, | |
| Hating the days of yore. | 20 |
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| But Providence from then till now | |
| This remnant hath befriended, | |
| And by this shaft and time-worn steps | |
| The memory hath defended | |
| Of the good days of yore. | 25 |
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| And still, wheneer the good and great | |
| On common times pass nigh me, | |
| Though no petition they repeat, | |
| Nor kneel in silence by me, | |
| As in the days of yore; | 30 |
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| Yet blessed thoughts upon their hearts | |
| From Heaven come gently stealing, | |
| And each from this gray ruin parts | |
| With calmer, holier feeling, | |
| Blessing the days of yore. | 35 |
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