Strophe

1   1|  Scrooge, who knew its every stone, was fain to grope with
2   3|     monstrous masses of rude stone were cast about, as though
3   3|  through the wall of mud and stone, they found a cheerful company
4   3|    the loophole in the thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness
5   4| Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point,'' said
6   4|    the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his
7   4|     away the writing on this stone!'' ~In his agony, he caught