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 * Thus may'st thou know thy lot,
 * Mankind remembers not.

Though groans the old man's sadness tell, Upon his book he quickly fell, And tramped and tramped about his cell. He sits again in mood forlorn Wonders why he e'er was born. One thing alone he fain would tell, He loves his Ukraina well. For Matins now the great bell booms, The aged monk his cowl resumes. For Ukraina now to pray My good old Palee limps away.