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<h2 id="id00200" style="margin-top: 4em">HALLOWE'EN</h2>
<p id="id00201">There is an old Italian legend which says that on the eve of
the beloved festival of All Saints (Hallowe'en) the souls of the
dead return to earth for a little while and go by on the wind.
The feast of All Saints is followed by the feast of the dead, when
for a day only the sound of the <i>Miserere</i> is heard throughout the
cities of Italy.</p>
<p id="id00202" style="margin-top: 2em">Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,<br/>
When all souls come back from the far away—<br/>
The dead, forgotten this many a day!<br/></p>
<p id="id00203">And the dead remembered—ay! long and well—<br/>
And the little children whose spirits dwell<br/>
In God's green garden of asphodel.<br/></p>
<p id="id00204">Have you reached the country of all content,
0 souls we know, since the day you went
From this time-worn world, where your years were spent?</p>
<p id="id00205">Would you come back to the sun and the rain,<br/>
The sweetness, the strife, the thing we call pain,<br/>
And then unravel life's tangle again?<br/></p>
<p id="id00206">I lean to the dark—Hush!—was it a sigh?<br/>
Or the painted vine-leaves that rustled by?<br/>
Or only a night-bird's echoing cry?<br/></p>
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