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 Thus step for step with lonely sounding feet We travelled many a long dim silent street.

At length he paused: a black mass in the gloom, A tower that merged into the heavy sky; Around, the huddled stones of grave and tomb: Some old God's-acre now corruption's sty: He murmured to himself with dull despair, Here Faith died, poisoned by this charnel air.

Then turning to the right went on once more And travelled weary roads without suspense; And reached at last a low wall's open door, Whose villa gleamed beyond the foliage dense: He gazed, and muttered with a hard despair, Here Love died, stabbed by its own worshipped pair.

Then turning to the right resumed his march, And travelled street and lanes with wondrous strength, Until on stooping through a narrow arch We stood before a squalid house at length: He gazed, and whispered with a cold despair, Here Hope died, starved out in its utmost lair.