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thee! But thou art a god! Then bid the fury of these flames assuage Ere they reach thee! Who shrieked? At the sound, The ancient and the solitary man Started from sleep The cold gray dawn appeared, 138 When, standing opposite, with steadfast look, And in the glimmer of the inmost cave, He saw a stranger. Whence and who art thou? With trembling voice he asked--whence? who art thou? Perhaps the spirit of this dismal isle! Or, cast upon these melancholy rocks, A poor and world-forsaken thing, like me! The stranger gazed unmoved, and answered not: His looks were those of pity--of respect-- As mingling thoughtful wisdom with the grace Of beauty. In his hand he held a book: 150 He opened it; and never light appeared So fair as that on his majestic brow, For now the sun had risen, and its beams Shot far into the cave. John gazed with awe On that majestic man, he knew not why; And well might he have gazed with reverence, For here, in this rude spot, he only saw Men the most dark and savage of their kind, Murderers, and ruthless criminals in chains. 160 He spoke to them of truth and righteousness-- He spoke of an offended God! Some looked To the bright sun, defying; others turned Muttering. He spoke of pity, and they heard, Even as the relentless hurricane Hears the last prayer of the faint mariner, Whom wintry waves had dashed upon the rocks. Yet ever with the gentlest offices, With tears and prayers the holy exile strove To wake their better feelings, for he laid 170 His hands upon the sick, and they looked up With hope and blessed him, and, restored to strength, Forgot the vows they made; him, too, who died 173 Hardened, and, as to human eyes, in sin, He laid in the cold grave, and said a prayer For mercy to the God of all, the Judge, To whom all hearts be open, and from whom No secret thought is hid--and, self-accused, Mortal himself, presumed not to condemn. So passed this ancient holy man his days, 180 Peaceful, amid the banished criminals, Banished and poor himself, but living thus, Among the sternest of their kind, he prayed
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