Chapter 22: XX

XX When autumn nights were long and drear, And forest walks were dark and dim, How sweetly on the pilgrim’s ear, Was wont to steal the hermit’s hymn! Devotion borrows Music’s tone, And Music took Devotion’s wing; And, like the bird that hails the sun, They soar to heaven, and soaring sing. “The Hermit of St. Clement’s Well” It was after three hours’ good walking that the servants of Cedric, with their mysterious guide, arrived at a small op…