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4 Then in . my gown of sober grey . Along * the inountain-path I'll wander , ; And wind my solitary way To the sad shrine which waits me yoncjer : There in the calm monastic shade All injuries shall be forgiven , And there for thee , false-hearted maid , My orisons shall rise to heaven . ' I could almost see that vowed hermit winding slowly along the piountain-path to the vacant cell which he was henceforth to pccupy , — walking slowly j his step sometimes faltering ; but never looking back on the world he had abandoned . Did he not move like the sole mourner to his own funeral ? Was it not a
mercy to him that the path left the open mountain side where the sunshiny world , and the haunts of men , and some spots to him infinitely dearer , eould be seen ; and wound away into that ( Jark glen , through which he had to pass to the yet lonelier and wilder seclusion of the hermitage ? Was it not like dismissal by a gentle gradual death ?
. What a contrast to the path of that crime-stained but miserable wretch , who , when he became the tenant of ' the hermit's hole' in Culver , had vowed never to remount from it to the top of the cliff ! When he went to take possession of his cave , his way ^ vas along the ridge of that glorious height ; all nature's beauty and
man s pride were below and around him ; his step over the edge down to his lonely nest was as an instantaneous and violent death . If the other was like death , animated enough to walk to its own decent interment ; this was like life plunging headlong into its unnatural
tomb-4 heavens were clear ; the sun was bright O ' er Culver ' s proud and snowy height ; Sweet music sang among the trees—The billows wantonM in the breeze ; —But the hermit rush ' d along unheeding " , * His soul was dark , his heart was bleeding . '
All things around , below , above , Spoke , look'd , and breath'd of only love ; But the hermit ' s love to hate was turn'd : At heaven , and earth , and sea he spurn'd , — Curs'd that false-hearted one , —and then Leapt to his lone and fearful den .
When the dark and anti-soeial spirit which had possessed me began to stand revealed in all its deform it y ,- ^ -when the spear of lthuriel had touched it , and its power was over , my last and longest walk was to Shanklin , and a lovely walk it is , rising from the centre of the bay , so that you look down on the boatman ' s blackboarded hut , the planks of which have now , like their niaster , a
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278 Sandown Hay .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1832, page 278, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1810/page/62/
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