Hardly the poor pilgrim climbed the mountain <br />Before the sunset and he rests on the peak. <br />Peak murmurs like in a prayer; <br />'Hermit died a long ago and the hermitage was blown <br />in the stormy days. <br />Since that day I tried to come down <br />But later on I came to know that I cannot move <br />Like the old sage! ' <br /> <br />* To be trusted is a greter compliment than to be loved. <br />-George Macdonald <br />[A folklore; Full Moon nights they hear songs and the bell rings in the hermitage! ]<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunchback-pilgrim-and-the-singing-mountain/
