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Yes, advance no more.

May I sit down?

Move sideways towards the ledge,

And sit thee crouching on the scarped edge.

This is my office, father, O incline—

Ah me! ah me!

Thy steps to my steps, lean thine aged frame on mine.

Woe on my fate unblest!

Wanderer, now thou art at rest,

Tell me of thy birth and home,

From what far country art thou come,

Led on thy weary way, declare!

Strangers, I have no country. O forbear—

What is it, old man, that thou wouldst conceal?

Forbear, nor urge me further to reveal— 165