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 PILGRIMS

you not seen

In ancient times

Pilgrims pass by

Toward other climes?

With shining faces,

Youthful and strong,

Mounting this hill

With speech and with song?'

Ah, my good sir,

I know not those ways:

Little my knowledge,

Tho' many my days.