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A week of nights and days once more brings round The Sabbath tide; and once again the heart Sets yearningly to homewards. Do they part At the church door to-day, as when the stound Of disillusioned fancy last unbound Memory’s deep wound, and in the bitter smart The vision vanished? Ah, the shadows start To life again across the haunted ground; The kindly farewells said, the sauntering walk Home through the sun-baked streets, by twos and twos, The friendly flow of pleasant secular talk, And personalities and trivial news. And the long winding prospect of the day, The feast of children yet shall wile away.

HESEPE, 26-27th May