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Thee and thy infant from my longing arms, And hold thee clasped for ever.— Stranger, speed Thy path in peace, fear not the fire-eyed brutes; My dogs shall not molest thee. I have passed Too many dangers, scaped from suffering Too oft, to fear thy fierce and ravenous hounds. My journey hath been long, and I am faint, And somewhat apprehensive, lest, perchance, I meet not such a welcome as my hopes, Have fondly painted. Rest upon this bank: The mountain-spring trickles from yonder rock— I'll bring thee dainty beverage from the vase Which nature's hand hath scooped: drink, 'twill refresh Thy parched and fever'd lips. Nay, do not fear