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232 Or deep devotion, China's millions stole, Blind—wandering—lost. So, then, thou didst dismiss The host of pleasant fancies, which so long Had made thy pilgrimage a music strain, And for the outcast heathen pledge thy life, A diamond to the treasury of thy Lord. Heaven took the pledge, yet not for weary years Of toil, and pain, and age. There was a flush On thy young cheek, a fire within thine eye, A failing of the footstep, that was wont To tread green earth so light and buoyantly, A wasting of the half ethereal clay: Heaven took the pledge, and thou art all its own.