I pass, like night, from land to land;

I have strange power of speech; The moment that his face I see

I know the man that must hear me;

To him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The Wedding-guests are there;
But in the Garden-bower the Bride

And Bride-maids singing are:
And hark the little Vesper-bell
Which biddeth me to prayer.

O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea:

So lonely 'twas, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.

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O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,

'Tis sweeter far to me

To walk together to the Kirk
With a goodly company.

To walk together to the Kirk

And all together pray,

While each to bis great father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And Youths, and Maidens gay.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest!
He prayeth well who loveth well,
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best who loveth best,
All things both great and small :
For the dear God, who loveth us,

He made and loveth all.

The Marinere, whose eye is bright.
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone; and now the wedding-guest
Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.

He went, like one that hath been stunn'd And is of sense forlorn :

A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.

'Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly

As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother.

FOSTER-MOTHER.

Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be,

That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady, As often as I think of those dear times

When you two little ones would stand at eve

On each side of my chair, and make me learn

All

you had learnt in the day; and how to talk