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165 More multitudinous every moment—rend

Their way before them, what a joy to roam

An Equal among mightiest Energies;

And haply sometimes with articulate voice,

Amid the deafening tumult, scarcely heard

By him that utters it, exclaim aloud

Be this continued so from day to day,

Nor let it have an end from month to month!"

"Yes," said the Wanderer, taking from my lips

The strain of transport, "whosoe'er in youth

Has, through ambition of his soul, given way

To such desires, and grasped at such delight,

Shall feel the stirrings of them late and long;

In spite of all the weakness that life brings,

Its cares and sorrows; he, though taught to own

The tranquillizing power of time, shall wake,

Wake sometimes to a noble restlessness—

Loving the spots which once he gloried in.

Compatriot, Friend, remote are Garry's Hills,

The Streams far distant of your native Glen;

Yet is their form and Image here express'd

As by a duplicate, at least set forth