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Said hermit monk to hermit monk, / "Friend, in this island anchorage / Our life has tranquilly been sunk / From pious youth to pious age,
"In such clear waves of quietness, / Such peace from argument or brawl / That one prime virtue I confess / Has never touched our hearts at all.