Which moved, I wist not why, me melancholy mad,

Till now, grown meek,

With wetted cheek,

Most comforting and gentle thoughts I had.

THE ABBOT OF INNISFALLEN

The Abbot of Innisfallen

awoke ere dawn of day;

Under the dewy green leaves

went he forth to pray.

The lake around his island

lay smooth and dark and deep,

And wrapt in a misty stillness

the mountains were all asleep.

Low kneel'd the Abbot Cormac

when the dawn was dim and gray;

The prayers of his holy office

he faithfully 'gan say.

Low kneel'd the Abbot Cormac

while the dawn was waxing red;

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