Page:Lyrical ballads, Volume 1, Wordsworth, 1800.djvu/243

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I saw a third—I heard his voice:
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.