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...looked dark, is gone, — As an angel's wing through an opening cloud Is seen, and then withdrawn. The Pilgrim exile, — sainted name ! The hill whose...flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay thit night On the hillside and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head, — But the Pilgrim...

...cloud, Is seen, and then withdrawn. The Pilgrim exile,— sainted name! The hill whose icy brow Bejoiced when he came, In the morning's flame. In the morning's flame burns now; On the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea, Still lies where he laid...

...heavens looked dark, is gone; As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud, Is seen, and then withdrawn. The Pilgrim exile,— sainted name! The hill whose...morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now; On the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea, Still lies where he laid...

...heavens looked dark, is gone ; As an angel's wing through an opening cloud Is seen, and then withdrawn. The pilgrim exile — sainted name! The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he panic, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay...