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50 A Dog, too, had he; not for need,

But one to play with and to feed;

Which would have led him, if bereft

Of company or friends, and left

Without a better guide.

And then the bagpipes he could blow;

And thus from house to house would go,

And all were pleased to hear and see;

For none made sweeter melody

Than did the poor blind Boy.

Yet he had many a restless dream;

Both when he heard the Eagles scream,

And when he heard the torrents roar,

And heard the water beat the shore

Near which their Cottage stood.

Beside a lake their Cottage stood,

Not small like ours, a peaceful flood;

But one of mighty size, and strange;

That, rough or smooth, is full of change,

And stirring in its bed.