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45 Were with him in his heart: his cherish'd hopes,

And thoughts which had been his an hour before,

All press'd on him with such a weight, that now,

This vale, where he had been so happy, seem'd

A place in which he could not bear to live:

So he relinquish'd all his purposes.

He travell'd on to Egremont; and thence,

That night, address'd a letter to the Priest

Reminding him of what had pass'd between them.

And adding, with a hope to be forgiven,

That it was from the weakness of his heart,

He had not dared to tell him, who he was.

This done, he went on shipboard, and is now

A Seaman, a grey headed Mariner.