Part 10 (1/2)

”This praying see!

It drives old Ti Of years that pagans have to pay

”This praying seeer as she prays-- But oh the bitter, bitter days When I beca!

”I fled, took shi+p,--I fled as far As far shi+ps drive tow'rd the North-Star; For I did hate the South, the sun That made me think what I had done

”I could not see a fair paln land, in pleasant place, But it would whisper of her face And shake its keen sharp blades at me

”Each black-eyed woman would recall A lone church-door, a face, a naht, a soldier's shaold, , stout, buckskin vest

I wore row cold

”I did not like to see it now; I did not spend one single piece

I travelled, travelled without cease As far as Russian shi+p could plow

”And when one, And I had reached the far North-land, I took s in hand As one pursued, and journeyed on

”Ah, I eary! I grew gray; I felt the fast years slip and reel As slip black beads when ay

”At last I fell prone in the road,-- Fell fainting with my cursed load

A skin-clad cossack helpedshare

”He looked at me with proud disdain,-- He looked at me as if he knew; His black eyes burned me thro' and thro'; His scorn pierced like a deadly pain

”He frightened me with honesty; He made me feel so small, so base, I fled, as if the fiend kept chase,-- The fiend that claims my company!

”I bore my load alone; I crept Far up the steep and icy way; And there, before a cross there lay A barefoot priest, who bowed and wept

”I threw ht on And oh -tiht Flies not so happy as I fled

”I felt soold, my load from off my back; Would turn the fiend froold for sweet Christ's sake!

”I fled; I did not look behind; I fled, fled with the mountain wind

At last; far down the -place

”I rested there so long, so well, More grateful than all tongues can tell

It was such pleasant thing to hear That valley's voices calm and clear:

”That valley veiled in oats on the hills at e islands here and there