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the bridge of the dragon.
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And they believed. Ah, blessed to believe!
In gentleness, in love outwearying fate,
In Mary, mother, ever to believe!
O love, be conquered never by old hate!
No noble heart of its sweet faith bereave!
The world is watching at your palace-gate
With various eyes, and all the Past crowds here,
And all the Future waits with anxious fear.

When the first taint in May's delicious breath,
Warned them to part, with hopeful steps apace,
They journeyed forth. Stranger, and kin, and kith,
Slow age, and childhood with its supple grace,
And thoughtful prime, and infancy therewith,
Depart to skirt the mountain's shadowy base,
And resting off the monster's further side,
Watch from afar what fortune should betide.

Then Silence reigned, that ancient Eremite!
And Margaret from her dwelling, as a star,