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Part II. Now—like a tempest-shatter'd bark

That overwhelm'd and prostrate lies

And in a moment to the verge

Is lifted of a foaming surge—

Full suddenly the Ass doth rise!

His staring bones all shake with joy—

And close by Peter's side he stands:

While Peter o'er the river bends,

The little Ass his neck extends,

And fondly licks his hands.

Such life is in the Ass's eyes—

Such life is in his limbs and ears—

That Peter Bell, if he had been

The veriest coward ever seen,

Must now have thrown aside his fears.