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This day to all the lonely days here spent; Making a term of thirty years' repentance For forty years of sin. Heaven of its mercy Accept the sacrifice!—Who knocks without? (Knocking at the door.) 'T is nothing but my fancy. Break of day Yet scarcely peeps, nor hath a new-waked bird Chirp'd on my branchy roof. (Knocking again.) Nay, something does. Lift up the latch, whoe'er thou art; nor lock Nor bar, nor any hind'rance e'er prevents Those who would enter here.

O pardon, holy Hermit, this intrusion At such untimely hour; for misery Makes free with times and seasons.

Thou sayest well: it will d' off ceremony