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...pilgrim staff— I lay Aside my toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn,...woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south wind softly sigh, And sweet, calm days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky. Not less shall manly...

...staff — I lay Aside my toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn,...woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south wind softly sigh, And sweet, calm days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky. Not less shall manly...

...pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of spring may never play Among the ripening corn,...woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south wind softly sigh, And sweet calm days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky. Not less shall manly...

...staff — I lay Aside my toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn,...woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south wind softly sigh, And sweet, calm days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky. All as God wills, who...

...pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away, I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn,...— The woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south-wind softly sigh ; And sweet, calm days, in golden haze, Melt down the amber sky. Not less shall...