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WHARTON.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

William and Marmaduke, our martyred brothers,

Sleep in untimely graves, if aught untimely

Can find place in the providence of God,

Where nothing comes too early or too late.

I saw their noble death. They to the scaffold

Walked hand in hand. Two hundred armed men

And many horsemen guarded them, for fear

Of rescue by the crowd, whose hearts were stirred.