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 The hoary traveller went his way, but the gift he left behind, Hath had its pure and perfect work on that high-born maiden's mind, And she hath turned from the pride of sin to the lowliness of truth, And given her human heart to God in its beautiful hour of youth!

And she hath left the gray, old halls where an evil faith had power, The courtly knights of her father's train, and the maidens of her bower; And she hath gone to the Vaudois vales, by lordly feet untrod, Where the poor and needy of earth are rich in the perfect love of God!