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XXVIII.
That eve—the trembling peasant says,And crosses him, and to Mary prays—
A phantom gray before him fled—
Like mountain deer along it sped.
Shapeless and rude, 'twas seen to glide
Straight up the mountain's rugged side,
And, in the latest beam that fell
Upon its snow-capt pinnacle,
Tow'ring into gigantic size
Vanish'd for ever from his eyes.—
Marvel who may—believe who list—
Unheard, he reap'd his dark acquist—
The sole memorial of his fate,
“The serpent tempted, and he ate!”—
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