I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay
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And pensively stood by his tomb,
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When in a low whisper I heard something say,
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"How sweetly I sleep here alone.
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The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar,
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And gathering storms may arise,
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But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul.
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The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
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The cause of my Master compelled me from home,
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No kindred or relative nigh.
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I met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
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My soul flew to mansions on high.
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Go tell my companion and children most dear
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To weep not for me now I'm gone.
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The same hand that led me through scenes most severe
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Has kindly assisted me home."
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The Lone Pilgrim
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| Doc Watson |
