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XI.
THE PILGRIM.
Through deepening dust and dreary dearth
I walk the darkened wastes of earth,
A weary pilgrim sore beset,
By hopeless griefs and stern regret.
I walk the darkened wastes of earth,
A weary pilgrim sore beset,
By hopeless griefs and stern regret.
With broken staff and tattered shoon
I wander slow from dawn to noon—
From arid noon till dew-impearled,
Pale twilight steals across the world.
I wander slow from dawn to noon—
From arid noon till dew-impearled,
Pale twilight steals across the world.
Yet sometimes through dim evening calms
I catch the gleam of distant palms;
And hear, far off, a mystic sea
Divine as waves on Galilee.
I catch the gleam of distant palms;
And hear, far off, a mystic sea
Divine as waves on Galilee.
Perchance through paths unknown, forlorn,
I still may reach an orient morn;
To rest when Easter breezes stir,
Around the sacred sepulchre.
I still may reach an orient morn;
To rest when Easter breezes stir,
Around the sacred sepulchre.
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