 | The Legend of St. Loy |  |
XXVI.
Edwy surveyed the stranger well,And every feature traced,
And almost, with a brother's zeal,
A Brother had embraced—
He knew the mien—he knew the tone—
And stood astonied still—
His trembling nerves a Brother own,
And with his accents thrill—
Dropt from his hands the Harp, and hung
Beside his girdle free.
Now to his Brother's breast he clung—
“My Agilnoth!—'tis he!”
And Almar of that name confessed
A knowledge, which he still suppressed,
Howe'er his heart might swell;
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The Minstrel must not pause to show,
But may hereafter tell.
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