To that blessed home
Who dies unabsolved in mortal sin.
"Count Rudolph, awake, asleep,
All unheeded by other eye,
Ever a constant vigil we 'll keep;
Phantoms four
Shall evermore
Haunt the Murderer till he die.
"Then when his wretched life is o'er,
While still is sounding the passing bell,
Round thee yet shall phantoms four,
Rigidly grasping thee,
Cruelly clasping thee,
Bear thee away to the lowest hell."
The shapes are gone, and in dazed surprise
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