Poems (Cromwell)/The Hermit
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THE HERMIT
I mark the hermit's den,
And ponder why he fled
So far from other men;
Why chose to make his bed
In lonely Nature's fen.
And ponder why he fled
So far from other men;
Why chose to make his bed
In lonely Nature's fen.
For surely he must tread
On yearnings even there;
And he must see—outspread—
The vital branches bear
The burden of Christ dead.
On yearnings even there;
And he must see—outspread—
The vital branches bear
The burden of Christ dead.