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74 She saw him down the torrent borne;

And while with all a mother's love

She from the lofty rocks above

Sent forth a cry forlorn,

The Lamb, still swimming round and round

Made answer to that plaintive sound.

VIII.

When he had learnt, what thing it was,

That sent this rueful cry; I ween,

The Boy recover'd heart, and told

The sight which he had seen.

Both gladly now deferr'd their task;

Nor was there wanting other aid—

A Poet, one who loves the brooks

Far better than the sages' books,

By chance had thither stray'd;

And there the helpless Lamb he found

By those huge rocks encompass'd round.