The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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"Brother," he said, "you have gained me peace,
But why so long did you know my tears, And say no Mass for my soul's release To save the torture of those years?" "God rest you, brother," the good priest said, "No years have passed--but a single night." He showed the body uncoffinéd And the six wax candles still alight. The living flowers on the dead man's breast Blew out a perfume sweet and strong. The spirit paused ere he passed to rest-- "God save your soul from a night so long." THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT: ROBERT BUCHANAN 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot Lay in the Field of Blood; 'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot Beside the body stood. Black was the earth by night, And black was the sky: Black, black were the broken clouds, Though the red Moon went by. 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot Strangled and dead lay there; |
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