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394 Then with fresh hope she journeyed on,

For many miles away;

And she reached the bottom of the hill,

Before the close of day.

She clambered up the steep ascent.

Though faint and weary, too;

But firmly did our Marian keep

Her purpose still in view. "I'm glad, at least, the arbor's past,"

Said the little tired soul;

'I'm sure I should have sat me down

And lost my little roll!"

On the high hill-top she stands at last,

And our weary Pilgrim sees

A porter's lodge, of ample size,

Half hid by sheltering trees.

She clapped her hands with joy, and cried,

"Oh, there's the Wicket Gate,

And I must seek admittance there,

Before it is too late."

Gently she knocks—'tis answered soon,

And at the open door

Stands a tall, stout man—poor Marian felt

As she ne'er had felt before.

With tearful eyes, and trembling hand,

Flushed cheek, and anxious brow,

She said, "I hope you're Watchful, Sir,

I want Discretion now."