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60 She led him home, and wept amain,

When he was in the house again:

Tears flowed in torrents from her eyes;

She could not blame him, or chastise:

She was too happy far.

Thus, after he had fondly braved

The perilous Deep, the Boy was saved;

And, though his fancies had been wild,

Yet he was pleased, and reconciled

To live in peace on shore.

And in the lonely Highland Dell

Still do they keep the Turtle shell;

And long the Story will repeat

Of the blind Boy's adventurous feat,

And how he was preserved.