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Ever along the way he goes, / With eyes cast down as in despair, / And shoulders stooped with weight of woes / And lips from which unceasing flows / An agonized prayer.
His form is bent; his step is slow; / His hands with fasting long are thin; / And wheresoe'er his footsteps go, / Men hear his muttered prayer and know / He weeps for deadly sin.