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More blest the life of godly Eremite,

Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,

Watching at eve upon the Giant Height,

Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,

That he who there at such an hour hath been

Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot;

Then slowly tear him from the 'witching scene,

Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,

Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.