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The Abbot of Innisfallen awoke ere dawn of day; Under the dewy green leaves went he forth to pray
The lake around his island lay smooth and dark and deep, And wrapt in a misty stillness the mountains were all asleep
Low kneel'd the Abbot...

The Abbot on the threshold stood,
And in his hand the holy rood:
Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,
Proud Lorn first answered the appeal; —           "Thou comest,