. The pilgrim's wallet;. on the town descended. 492 CHRISTMAS AND HOLLAND. Under the shadow of that hour, with the rain of mel-ody falling upon us as the gentle dew from heaven, wemust separate. I addressed you at the beginning asunknown. But the long journey we have taken togetherhas made us friends and brothers. In the words of onewho has glorified much of the region we have traversedwith his genius, may I say, — Ye who have traced the Pilgrim to the sceneWhich is his last, if in your memories dwellA thought that once was his, if on ye swellA single recollection, not in vainHe wore the sanda
. The pilgrim's wallet;. on the town descended. 492 CHRISTMAS AND HOLLAND. Under the shadow of that hour, with the rain of mel-ody falling upon us as the gentle dew from heaven, wemust separate. I addressed you at the beginning asunknown. But the long journey we have taken togetherhas made us friends and brothers. In the words of onewho has glorified much of the region we have traversedwith his genius, may I say, — Ye who have traced the Pilgrim to the sceneWhich is his last, if in your memories dwellA thought that once was his, if on ye swellA single recollection, not in vainHe wore the sandal shoon and scallop shell. As friends, we may hope that it will not be our last com-munion. Let not the fatal farewell sound as the knellof our perpetual separation; but let that word, the rather,that betokens a reunion, and is at once a valedictionand a prophetic benediction, assuring a re-seeing eitherthrough this medium on earth, or with open visionabove, both part and unite us with its vale salveqtie, —au 3^ p -y n A W it t 81 N < %.%^ w-*^.-:. / o«, ^ .0 o
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