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A garden; morning; PRINCE HENRY seated, with a book. / ELSIE at a distance gathering flowers.
PRINCE HENRY, reading. / One morning, all alone, / Out of his convent of gray stone, / Into the forest older, darker, grayer, / His lips moving, as if in prayer, / His head sunken upon his breast / As in a dream of rest, / Walked the Monk Felix. All about / The broad, sweet sunshine lay without, / Filling the summer air; / And within the woodlands as he trod, / The dusk was like the truce of God / With worldly woe and care; / Under him lay the golden moss; / And above him the boughs of hoary trees / Waved, and made the sign of the cross, / And whispered their Benedicites; / And from the ground / Rose an odor sweet and fragrant / Of the wild-flowers and the vagrant / Vines that wandered, / Seeking the sunshine, round and round.