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WHERE MY TREASURE IS, by                    
First Line: "lord of the living, when my race is run"
Last Line: My endless night
Subject(s): Treasures


LORD of the living, when my race is run,
Will that I pass beneath the risen sun;
Suffer my sight to dim upon some scene
Of Thy good green.

Let my last pillow be the earth I love,
With fair infinity of blue above;
And fleeting, purple shadow of a cloud
My only shroud.

A little lark, above the Morning Star,
Shall shrill the tidings of my end afar;
The muffled music of a lone sheep-bell
Shall be my knell.

And where stone heroes trod the moor of old,
Where bygone wolf howled round a granite fold,
Hide Thou, beneath the heather's newborn light,
My endless night.





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