“Beneath a mountain’s brow, the most remote
And inaccessible by Shepherds trod,
In a deep cave, dug by no mortals hands
An Hermit lived,–a melancholy man
Who was the wonder of our wand’ring swains:
Austere and lonely–cruel to himself
They did report him–the cold earth his bed,
Water his drink, his food the Shepherd’s alms.
I went to see him, and my heart was touched
With reverence and pity. Mild he spake,
And entering on discourse, such stories told,
As made me oft re-visit his sad cell.”
(John Trumbull)
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