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 All their praise, on elf-wings sped, Rives me like an icy blast! Oh, to be enfolded fast In oblivion, hide my head In a wild beast's hole at last!

[''Enters in full uniform, radiant with satisfaction, and greets him.'']

Here is the great day come at last, The Sabbath to the toiling six; Now we can strike our sail, and fix Our Sunday pennon to the mast, Glide softly with the gliding flood And find that all is very good. Bravo!—great, noble man, whose fame Will soon be far and wide related. Bravo!—I'm moved, yet all the same Most inexpressibly elated! But you appear?

I'm suffocated

Pooh, a mere momentary whim! Preach you now, till it roars again!— Fill the folks' bushel to the brim. Not one his wonder can contain, The resonance is so full and plain.

Indeed?

The Dean himself is warm In admiration and delight.