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Blue in the west the mountain stands,
 * And through the long twilight

Vickery sits with folded hands,
 * And Vickery's eyes are bright.

Bright, for he knows what no man else
 * On earth as yet may know:

There's a golden word that he never tells,
 * And a gift that he will not show.