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96 He, thus by feverish passion overcome,

Even with the organs of his bodily eye,

Below him, in the bosom of the deep,

Saw mountains,—saw the forms of sheep that grazed

On verdant hills—with dwellings among trees,

And shepherds clad in the same country gray

Which he himself had worn.

And now at last

From perils manifold, with some small wealth

Acquired by traffic in the Indian Isles,

To his paternal home he is returned,

With a determined purpose to resume

The life which he lived there; both for the sake

Of many darling pleasures, and the love

Which to an only brother he has borne

In all his hardships, since that happy time

When, whether it blew foul or fair, they two

Were brother Shepherds on their native hills.

—They were the last of all their race: and now

When Leonard had approached his home, his heart