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168 The outward shews of sky and earth,

Of hill and valley he has view'd;

And impulses of deeper birth

Have come to him in solitude.

In common things that round us lie

Some random truths he can impart

The harvest of a quiet eye

That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

But he is weak, both man and boy,

Hath been an idler in the land;

Contented if he might enjoy

The things which others understand.

—Come hither in thy hour of strength,

Come, weak as is a breaking wave!

Here stretch thy body at full length;

Or build thy house upon this grave.—