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Then his strange weapons wildly shook,
And rush'd across the roaring brook,
That, leaping from the hill beyond,
Sought the calm lake or woodland pond.

Now left alone, young Odo wept,
As near the lonely grave he crept,
The thought of death or coming ill
Would still his breast with terror fill;
But in the low and mournful air
He heard a tone that spoke of prayer;
For he had heard of God who made
The lovely sunshine and the shade,
Nor doubted in this lonely spot
The wandering child was unforgot;
And thus with humble prayer sincere,
And seal'd with the repentant tear,
He meekly bow'd: oh, would that he
Were succor'd in captivity!

As on the grave he bow'd his head,
He heard no sound or echoing tread;
But, as sweet peace came down to bless
The wanderer in the wilderness,
He raised his eye to the calm heaven,
Assured that he was now forgiven.
But who was there? Ah, not alone