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SPECTATORS by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: AROUND US, WHERESOE'ER WE TREAD
Last Line: BEYOND THE VALE OF DEATH.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
Around us, wheresoe'er we tread,
The while our shadows pass them by,
As in Bethsaida's porch the dead
With upturned faces lie,
Dreading, perchance, the vanished light
And life's subsided fever-breath,
As we the charnel-house of night
Beyond the vale of death.



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