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52 That unintelligible cry

Hath left him high in preparation,—

Convinced that he, or soon or late,

This very night, will meet his fate—

And so he sits in expectation!

The verdant pathway, in and out,

Winds upwards like a straggling chain;

And, when two toilsome miles are past,

Up through the rocks it leads at last

Into a high and open plain.

The strenuous animal hath clomb

With the green path,—and now he wends

Where, shining like the smoothest sea,

In undisturbed immensity

The level plain extends.