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NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
Mr. Hilary.
Let us sing a catch.
Mr. Glowry.
No: a nice tragical ballad. The Norfolk Tragedy to the tune of the hundredth Psalm.
Mr. Hilary.
I say a catch.
Mr. Glowry.
I say no. A song from Mr. Cypress.
All.
A song from Mr. Cypress.
Mr. Cypress sung:
There is a fever of the spirit,
The brand of Cain's unresting doom,
Which in the lone dark souls that bear it
Glows like the lamp in Tullia's tomb:
Unlike that lamp, its subtle fire
Burns, blasts, consumes its cell, the heart,
Till, one by one, hope, joy, desire,
Like dreams of shadowy smoke depart.
The brand of Cain's unresting doom,
Which in the lone dark souls that bear it
Glows like the lamp in Tullia's tomb:
Unlike that lamp, its subtle fire
Burns, blasts, consumes its cell, the heart,
Till, one by one, hope, joy, desire,
Like dreams of shadowy smoke depart.
