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The boatmen bore him willingly acrossFor well the hermit Henry was beloved.He hastened to the chapel, on a stoneHenry was sitting there, cold, stiff and dead,The bell-rope in his band, and at his feetThe lamp[1] that stream'd a long unsteady light.
  1. ↑ This story is related in the English Martyrology, 1603.
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