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SAINT MAURA.
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A hero's!' And he smiled, but let me drink.God bless him for it!So they led me back:And as I went, a voice was in my earsWhich rang through all the sunlight, and the breathAnd blaze of all the garden slopes below,And through the harvest-voices, and the moanOf cedar-forests on the cliffs above,And round the shining rivers, and the peaksWhich hung beyond the cloud-bed of the west,And round the ancient stones about my feet.Out of all heaven and earth it rang, and cried'My hand hath made all these. Am I too weakTo give thee strength to say so?' Then my soulSpread like a clear blue sky within my breast,While all the people made a ring around,And in the midst the judge spoke smilingly—'Well! hast thou brought him to a better mind?''No! He has brought me to a better mind!'—I cried, and said beside—I know not what—
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