- I GAZE upon thy gray, illumined page,
- Thou rev'rend wand'rer from St. Peter's shade!
- With, pity, that thy westward pilgrimage
- Has brought thee to n stranger's roof to fade;
- With awe, to think, perchance, some canon'd sage,
- Upon thee oft u holy vow has made.
- Perchance some hero of sweet Tasso's line,
- Bore thee, of old, to Salem's alien wall –
- Some wand'rer for the Holy Grail, whose wine
- Our Saviour quaffed, and the Apostles all;
- Some friar pressed thee on each gifted shrine.,
- By Christian valor freed from heathen thrall.
- Yet thou art dumb: thy chronicle must be,
- Till spirit-tomes are read, Conjecture's mystery
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