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59 But hark! a gratulating voice

With which the very hills rejoice:

'Tis from the crowd, who tremblingly

Had watch'd the event, and now can see

That he is safe at last.

And then, when he was brought to land,

Full sure they were a happy band,

Which gathering round did on the banks

Of that great Water give God thanks,

And welcomed the poor Child.

And in the general joy of heart

The blind Boy's little Dog took part;

He leapt about, and oft did kiss

His master's hands in sign of bliss,

With sound like lamentation.

But most of all, his Mother dear,

She who had fainted with her fear,

Rejoiced when waking she espies

The Child; when she can trust her eyes,

And touches the blind Boy.