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My way Lies past it.

Past? What, further?

Far Beyond, beyond my home.

You are A priest?

[Smiling.]

A mission-preacher, say. I wander like the woodland hare, And where I am, my home is there.

And whither is your last resort?

[Sternly and quickly.]

Inquire not!

Wherefore?

[Changing his tone.]

Ah,—then know, The ship that stays for you below Shall bear me also from the port.

Hurrah! My bridal-courser true Think, Agnes, he is coming too!