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138 Vain thought!....Yet be as now thou art,

That in thy waters may be seen

The image of a poet's heart,

How bright, how solemn, how serene!

Such as did once the Poet bless,

Who murmuring here a later ditty,

Could find no refuge from distress

But in the milder grief of pity.

Now let us, as we float along,

For him suspend the dashing oar;

And pray that never child of Song

May know that Poet's sorrows more.

How calm! how still! the only sound,

The dripping of the oar suspended!

—The evening darkness gathers round

By virtue's holiest Powers attended.