Will never mark the marble with his Name.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
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RGB: 193 21 21
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RGB: 25 109 255
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RGB: 255 171 25
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RGB: 68 69 70
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RGB: 158 158 158
And founded on a Rock!
All her promises are sure;
Her bulwarks who can shock?
Count her every precious shrine;
Tell, to after-ages tell,
Fortified by power divine,
The Church can never fail.
