'God will remember!' was all she said;

Her face was full of a sweet content.

She knocked, they opened, and in she went.

The door was closed—she was safe at last!

I heard the bolt as they made it fast—

And I in the twilight stood alone,

With the lightest heart I had ever known!

"So, Father, my robber days were o'er;

I could not be what I was before.

I wandered on with a thankful mind,

For I left the old bad life behind,

And tried, as I journeyed day by day,

To gain my bread in an honest way.

But little work could I find to do;

And so, as some juggling tricks I knew,

I took this business which now you see:

'T is good enough for a man like me!"

While yet the story was going on,

The cloud from the hermit's face had gone;

And if his eyes in the moonlight shone,

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