Poem by Anonymous

The Hermit

For years, upon a mountain’s brow,
A hermit lived — the Lord knows how.
Hardships and penance were his lot;
He often prayed — the Lord knows what.
A robe of sackcloth he did wear,
And got his food — the Lord knows where.
At last this holy man did die;
He left this world — the Lord knows why.
He’s buried in this gloomy den,
And he will rise — the Lord knows when.

1. The Enchanted Island
2. The Cave of Pope
3. Ettrick Banks
4. Glen-Orra
5. Barthram’s Dirge

George Russell The Hermit ("Now the quietude of earth")

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