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80 There, self-involv'd, does Peter sit

Until no sign of life he makes,

As if his mind were sinking deep

Through years that have been long asleep!

The trance is past away—he wakes,—

He turns his head—and sees the Ass

Yet standing in the clear moonshine,

"When shall I be as good as thou?

"Oh! would, poor beast, that I had now

"A heart but half as good as thine!"

—But He—who deviously hath sought

His father through the lonesome woods,

Hath sought, proclaiming to the ear

Of night, his inward grief and fear—

He comes—escaped from fields and floods;—