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SAINT JOHN wandering over the face of the Earth.
SAINT JOHN. / The Ages come and go, / The Centuries pass as Years; / My hair is white as the snow, / My feet are weary and slow, / The earth is wet with my tears / The kingdoms crumble, and fall / Apart, like a ruined wall, / Or a bank that is undermined / By a river's ceaseless flow, / And leave no trace behind! / The world itself is old; / The portals of Time unfold / On hinges of iron, that grate / And groan with the rust and the weight, / Like the hinges of a gate / That hath fallen to decay; / But the evil doth not cease; / There is war instead of peace, / Instead of Love there is hate; / And still I must wander and wait, / Still I must watch and pray, / Not forgetting in whose sight, / A thousand years in their flight / Are as a single day.