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SONGS OF EXILE
Soon o'er the house flew, murmuring, strange reports.
And men and women trembled at the sound,
And priests came swiftly from the sacred courts,
And thronged around.
And all these came from all their paths away,
In hurried gathering which none gainsaid,
And stood in utter silence where he lay,
The priestly dead.
Lo! in the hush the spirit, as it passed
Beyond the still form and the peaceful brow,
Seemed to speak audibly: "O Lord, at last!
I see Thee now.
"Mine eyes have seen this day my life's fair dream,
In this my death have seen that dream fulfilled—
The longing of my heart, the wish supreme
That grief instilled.
