 | The Legend of St. Loy |  |
XXIV.
What! is the song of triumph mute?And where is that tumultuous rout?
O, ye to your dismal woods have gone,
Whose echoes shall answer that Lady's moan!
A dead calm rests upon that Grove,
And Silence whispers around and above:
The Hermitage, freed from that maddening rout,
Is peaceful within, and peaceful without.—
Within?—but more closely that scene let us scan;—
Then judge ye of the state of man!
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