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[288] He turned him back: “O master dear,
     We are but men misled;
And thou hast sought a city here
     To find a grave instead.”

“As God shall will! what matters where
     A true man's cross may stand,
So Heaven be o'er it here as there
     In pleasant Norman land?

“These woods, perchance, no secret hide
     Of lordly tower and hall;
Yon river in its wanderings wide
     Has washed no city wall;

“Yet mirrored in the sullen stream
     The holy stars are given:
Is Norembega, then, a dream
     Whose waking is in Heaven?

“No builded wonder of these lands
     My weary eyes shall see;
A city never made with hands
     Alone awaiteth me —

‘ Urbs Syon mystica;’ I see
     Its mansions passing fair,
‘ Condita coe;lo;’ let me be,
     Dear Lord, a dweller there!”

Above the dying exile hung
     The vision of the bard,
As faltered on his failing tongue
     The song of good Bernard.

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