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 To the Cloister of our Saviour Old gray-hair dancing goes. After him his joyous crowd And all the folk of Kiev so proud. Dances he up to the doors— "Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!" he roars. Ye holy monks give greeting A comrade from the prairie meeting.


 * Opens the sacred door,
 * The Cossack enters in.
 * Again the portal closes
 * To open no more for him.
 * What a man was there

this old gray-hair,
 * Who said to the world farewell?
 * 'Twas Semon Palee,

a cossack free
 * Whom trouble could not quell.

Oh in the East the sun climbs high And sets again in the western sky. In narrow cell in monkish gown Tramps an old man up and down, Then climbs the highest turret there To feast his eyes on Kiev so fair, And sitting on the parapet He yields a while to fond regret. Anon he goes to the woodland spring, The belfry near, where sweet bells ring. The cooling draught to his mind recalls