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Post by Graveyardbride on Apr 24, 2024 3:24:51 GMT -5
‘Tis now, replied the village belle, St. Mark’s mysterious eve, And all that old traditions tell I tremblingly believe; How, when the midnight signal tolls, Along the churchyard green, A mournful train of sentenced souls In winding-sheets are seen. The ghosts of all whom death shall doom Within the coming year, In pale procession walk the gloom, Amid the silence drear. – James Montgomery, “The Vigil of St. Mark.”See “Watching for the Nearly Departed on St. Mark’s Eve.”
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