KONRAD WALLENROD.
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THE RECLUSE.
THE bells of Marienburg's cathedral were pealing—and from the chamber of council, the first Commander, the High Officers, and the Priests, followed by a crowd of brothers and knights, proceeded to chapel, where, after vespers, they sung a hymn to the Holy Spirit.
HYMN.
Oh! Holy Paraclete!
Light of the Godhead! Zion's heavenly dove!
Look down, thou brightly beaming! from above.
And shed the glory of thy countenance
Full, in this hour, upon the Christian world.
The earthly pillar of thy throne,—
And be thy wings unfurl'd
O'er Zion's brethren bowed beneath thy glance,—
That from thy wings a beam
Refulgent as the sun at noon,
