.There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin.
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing.
To wander alone by the winds beaten hill.
But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of t.
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