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52 Yet more it pleased him, more it stirr'd,

When from the water-side he heard

The shouting, and the jolly cheers,

The bustle of the mariners

In stillness or in storm.

But what do his desires avail?

For He must never handle sail;

Nor mount the mast, nor row, nor float

In Sailor's ship or Fisher's boat

Upon the rocking waves.

His Mother often thought, and said,

What sin would be upon her head

If she should suffer this: "My Son,

Whate'er you do, leave this undone;

The danger is so great."

Thus lived he by Loch Levin's side

Still sounding with the sounding tide,

And heard the billows leap and dance,

Without a shadow of mischance,

Till he was ten years old.