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THE PILGRIM.
He grew aweary of the promised land,
For all its grassy downs and golden sand,
And fell to thinking of the ancient home
He left to seek his hap beyond the foam.
For all its grassy downs and golden sand,
And fell to thinking of the ancient home
He left to seek his hap beyond the foam.
Not that the glory of our summer sun
Had lost its magic, or the pure ozone
Of Austral winter mornings ceased to send
A thrill of joyousness from end to end
Had lost its magic, or the pure ozone
Of Austral winter mornings ceased to send
A thrill of joyousness from end to end
Throughout his body, or that he was fain
To bid farewell to the brave hearty men
And fair engaging women, who had made
His sojourning so thornless and so glad.
To bid farewell to the brave hearty men
And fair engaging women, who had made
His sojourning so thornless and so glad.
But that he hankered once again to stand
Before the storied castles of his land,
And once again to drink in, face to face,
The ruined abbey's melancholy grace;
Before the storied castles of his land,
And once again to drink in, face to face,
The ruined abbey's melancholy grace;
And that the gorgeous East and Gothic West
Beckoned with spells, whose magic he confessed,
Inviting him with his own eyes to see
The foughten fields of Flanders and the free
Beckoned with spells, whose magic he confessed,
Inviting him with his own eyes to see
The foughten fields of Flanders and the free
Imperial cities, and to wander down,
'Mid legendary keep and gabled town,
The windings of the Rhine from Alp to coast;
And that he would, ere all his lore was lost,
'Mid legendary keep and gabled town,
The windings of the Rhine from Alp to coast;
And that he would, ere all his lore was lost,
Explore the classic scenes of Rome and Greece,
And watch the shades of evening increase,
Standing by Egypt's giant monoliths,
Or reading Babylonia's stony myths.
And watch the shades of evening increase,
Standing by Egypt's giant monoliths,
Or reading Babylonia's stony myths.
And that he thought to climb, with untired feet,
Up Olivet and Zion, and the street
Of Rockborn Petra, and with eyes of youth,
Undisciplined to the sad lens of truth,
Look on the places where the Son of God,
According to the Arab legend, trod.
Up Olivet and Zion, and the street
Of Rockborn Petra, and with eyes of youth,
Undisciplined to the sad lens of truth,
Look on the places where the Son of God,
According to the Arab legend, trod.
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