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Rh “The drooping courser, faint and low, “All feebly foaming went. “A sickly infant had had power “To guide him forward in that hour; “But useless all to me. “His new-born tameness nought avail’d, “My limbs were bound; my force had fail’d, “Perchance, had they been free. “With feeble effort still I tried “To rend the bonds so starkly tied— “But still it was in vain; “My limbs were only wrung the more, “And soon the idle strife gave o’er, “Which but prolong’d their pain: “The dizzy race seem’d almost done, “Although no goal was nearly won: “Some streaks announced the coming sun— “How slow, alas! he came! “Methought that mist of dawning gray “Would never dapple into day; “How heavily it roll’d away— “Before the eastern flame