Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Scatter my ashes along the Northwood shores
By a place where I caught and released, near the bay.
Scatter my ashes along the Northwood shores
By a place where I caught and released, near the bay.
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