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thinking that it is as imaginary as the foregoing 

 conversations. (It is too long to quote in full.) 



" England, a long farewell ! a long farewell, 



My country, to thy woods and streams and hills, 

 Where I have heard in youth the Sabbath bell, 



Through the long year now mute ;— affection fills 

 Mine eyes with tears ; yet resolute to wait 

 Whatever ills betide, whatever fate, — 

 Far from my native land, from sights of woe, 

 From scaffolds drenched in gen'rous blood ' I go — 

 Sad in a land of strangers, when I bend 

 With grief of heart, without a home or friend, 



Warm from that heart I breathe one parting pray'r— 

 My good old friend, may God Almighty spare^ 

 Spare for the sake of that poor child, thy life^ 

 Long spare it for thy meek and duteous wife 

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. . . We may again 

 Hear heavenly truths in the time-hallow'd Fane — 

 And the full Chant ! Oh, if that day arrive. 

 And we, old friend I though bow'd with age survive — 

 How happy, whilst our days on earth shall last, 

 To pray and think of seasons that are pass'd, 

 Till on our various way the night shall close. 

 And in one hallow'd pile, at last, our bones repose." 



Eighteen years afterwards they did meet again 

 in Winchester — Morley, now Bishop of Winchester ; 



' He returned to Walton's cottage from the scene of 

 execution of his brave friend, Lord Capel. 



