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And now all in mine own countrée

I stood on the firm land !
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,

And scarcely he could stand.

• shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!'

The Hermit crossed his brow. * Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say

What manner man art thou ?'

Forthwith this frame of mind was wrenched

With a woeful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale,

And then it left me free.

Since then, at an uncertain hour

That agony returns ;-
And till my ghastly tale is told

This heart within me burns.

I pass, like night, from land to land;

I have strange power of speech;
The moment that his face I see
I know the man that must hear me;

To him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door!

The wedding-guests are there; But in the garden-bower the bride

And bride-maids singing are; . And hark the little vesper-bell

Which biddeth me to prayer.

O wedding-guest! this soul hath been

Alone on a wide wide sea :
So lonely 'twas, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,

'Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the Kirk

With a goodly company :

To walk together to the Kirk

And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends,

And youths, and maidens gay.

Farewell, farewell! But this I tell

To thee, thou wedding-guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best who loveth best

All things both great and small: For the dear God, who loveth us,

He made and loveth all.”

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,

Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone ; and now the wedding-guest

Turned from the bridegroom's door.

He went, like one that hath been stunned

And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.

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