Lying so dark in the soil
All could but wonder
Like a laborer’s back with toil
They could all but ponder
Beaten with the day's toil
His all seemed asunder
So still in a coil
Till the rains came with thunder
Lifting his head from the brown
soil
They all stood shuddered
With face so brown with boil
Who he was they wondered
As he strode away as foil.
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