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 To the subjection of a holy, Though stern and rigorous, melancholy! The like authority, with grace Of awfulness, is in her face,— There hath she fixed it; yet it seems To o’ershadow by no native right That face, which cannot lose the gleams, Lose utterly the tender gleams Of gentleness and meek delight And loving-kindness ever bright: Such is her sovereign mien ;—her dress (A vest, with woollen cincture tied, A hood of mountain-wool undyed) Is homely,—fashioned to express A wandering Pilgrim's humbleness.

And she hath wandered, long and far, Beneath the light of sun and star; Hath roamed in trouble and in grief, Driven forward like a withered leaf,