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And
forest
walks
were
dark
and
dim
,
How
sweetly
on
the
pilgrim
's
ear
Was
wont
to
steal
the
hermit
's
hymn
Devotion
borrows
Music
's
tone
,
And
Music
took
Devotion
's
wing
;
And
,
like
the
bird
that
hails
the
sun
,
They
soar
to
heaven
,
and
soaring
sing
.
The
Hermit
of
St
Clement
's
Well
It
was
after
three
hours
'
good
walking
that
the
servants
of
Cedric
,
with
their
mysterious
guide
,
arrived
at
a
small
opening
in
the
forest
,
in
the
centre
of
which
grew
an
oak-tree
of
enormous
magnitude
,
throwing
its
twisted
branches
in
every
direction
.
Beneath
this
tree
four
or
five
yeomen
lay
stretched
on
the
ground
,
while
another
,
as
sentinel
,
walked
to
and
fro
in
the
moonlight
shade
.
Upon
hearing
the
sound
of
feet
approaching
,
the
watch
instantly
gave
the
alarm
,
and
the
sleepers
as
suddenly
started
up
and
bent
their
bows
.
Six
arrows
placed
on
the
string
were
pointed
towards
the
quarter
from
which
the
travellers
approached
,
when
their
guide
,
being
recognised
,
was
welcomed
with
every
token
of
respect
and
attachment
,
and
all
signs
and
fears
of
a
rough
reception
at
once
subsided
.
