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PILGRIMS

'Have you not seen
In ancient times
Pilgrims pass by
Toward other climes?
With shining faces,
Youthful and strong,
Mounting this hill
With speech and with song?'


'Ah, my good sir,
I know not those ways:
Little my knowledge,

Tho' many my days.