Ichabod

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G  Dm  Am

[Verse 1]

So fallen, so lost, the light 
withdrawn
      G
Which once he wore
    Dm
The glory from his grey hair gone
   Am
Forevermore


[Verse 2]

Revile him not, the Tempter hath
  G
A snare for all
    Dm
And pitying tears, not scorn or 
wrath
  Am
Befit his fall


[Verse 3]

Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage
     G
When he who might
     Dm
Have lighted up and led his age
      Am
Falls back in night


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[Verse 4]

Scorn, would the angels laugh to 
mark
  G
A bright soul driven
      Dm
Fiend goaded down the endless dark
     Am
From hope and heaven


[Verse 5]

Let not the land once proud of him
  G
Insult him now
    Dm
Nor brand with deeper shame his dim
   Am
Dishonoured brow


[Verse 6]

But let its humbled sons instead
     G
From sea to lake
  Dm
A long lament, as for the dead
   Am
In sadness make


[Verse 7]

Of all we loved and honoured
            G
Naught save power remains
  Dm
A fallen angel's pride of thought
      Am
Still strong in chains


[Verse 8]

All else is gone from those great 
eyes
    G
The soul has fled
     Dm
When faith is lost, when honour dies
    Am
The man is dead


[Verse 9]

Then pay the reverence of old days
   G
To his dead fame
     Dm
Walk backward with averted gaze
    Am
And hide the shame