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THE winding way the serpent takes	A
The mystic water took	B
From where to count its beaded lakes	A
The forest sped its brook	B
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A narrow space 'twixt shore and shore	C
For sun or stars to fall	D
While evermore behind before	C
Closed in the forest wall	D
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The dim wood hiding underneath	E
Wan flowers without a name	F
Life tangled with decay and death	G
League after league the same	F
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Unbroken over swamp and hill	H
The rounding shadow lay	I
Save where the river cut at will	H
A pathway to the day	I
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Beside that track of air and light	J
Weak as a child unweaned	J
At shut of day a Christian knight	J
Upon his henchman leaned	J
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The embers of the sunset's fires	K
Along the clouds burned down	L
'I see ' he said 'the domes and spires	M
Of Norembega town '	-
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'Alack the domes O master mine	N
Are golden clouds on high	O
Yon spire is but the branchless pine	N
That cuts the evening sky '	-
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'Oh hush and hark What sounds are these	P
But chants and holy hymns '	-
'Thou hear'st the breeze that stirs the trees	P
Though all their leafy limbs '	-
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'Is it a chapel bell that fills	Q
The air with its low tone '	-
'Thou hear'st the tinkle of the rills	Q
The insect's vesper drone '	-
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'The Christ be praised He sets for me	R
A blessed cross in sight '	-
'Now nay 't is but yon blasted tree	R
With two gaunt arms outright '	-
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'Be it wind so sad or tree so stark	S
It mattereth not my knave	T
Methinks to funeral hymns I hark	S
The cross is for my grave	T
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'My life is sped I shall not see	R
My home set sails again	U
The sweetest eyes of Normandie	R
Shall watch for me in vain	V
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'Yet onward still to ear and eye	O
The baffling marvel calls	Q
I fain would look before I die	O
On Norembega's walls	Q
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'So haply it shall be thy part	J
At Christian feet to lay	I
The mystery of the desert's heart	J
My dead hand plucked away	I
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'Leave me an hour of rest go thou	W
And look from yonder heights	Q
Perchance the valley even now	W
Is starred with city lights '	-
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The henchman climbed the nearest hill	H
He saw nor tower nor town	L
But through the drear woods lone and still	H
The river rolling down	L
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He heard the stealthy feet of things	Q
Whose shapes he could not see	R
A flutter as of evil wings	Q
The fall of a dead tree	R
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The pines stood black against the moon	X
A sword of fire beyond	J
He heard the wolf howl and the loon	X
Laugh from his reedy pond	J
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He turned him back 'O master dear	Y
We are but men misled	J
And thou hast sought a city here	Z
To find a grave instead '	-
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'As God shall will what matters where	A2
A true man's cross may stand	J
So Heaven be o'er it here as there	A2
In pleasant Norman land	J
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'These woods perchance no secret hide	J
Of lordly tower and hall	D
Yon river in its wanderings wide	J
Has washed no city wall	D
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'Yet mirrored in the sullen stream	B2
The holy stars are given	C2
Is Norembega then a dream	B2
Whose waking is in Heaven	C2
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'No builded wonder of these lands	Q
My weary eyes shall see	R
A city never made with hands	Q
Alone awaiteth me	R
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'' Urbs Syon mystica ' I see	R
Its mansions passing fair	A2
' Condita caelo ' let me be	R
Dear Lord a dweller there '	-
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Above the dying exile hung	D2
The vision of the bard	J
As faltered on his failing tongue	D2
The song of good Bernard	J
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The henchman dug at dawn a grave	T
Beneath the hemlocks brown	L
And to the desert's keeping gave	T
The lord of fief and town	L
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Years after when the Sieur Champlain	V
Sailed up the unknown stream	B2
And Norembega proved again	U
A shadow and a dream	B2
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He found the Norman's nameless grave	T
Within the hemlock's shade	J
And stretching wide its arms to save	T
The sign that God had made	J
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The cross boughed tree that marked the spot	J
And made it holy ground	J
He needs the earthly city not	J
Who hath the heavenly found	J

John Greenleaf Whittier

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