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When he had learnt what thing it was
He drew it gently from the pool,
An unexpected fight!
Into their arms the lamb they took,
Said they, "He's neither maimed nor fcarred."
Then up the steep afcent they hied,
And placed him at his mother's fide;
Those idle fhepherd-boys upbraid,
MID the fmoke of cities did you pass
Your time of early youth; and there you learned,
The living beings by your own fire-fide,
With fuch a strong devotion, that your heart
Is flow towards the fympathies of them
And make dear friendships with the ftreams and
Yet we, who are tranfgreffors in this kind,
Dwelling retired in our fimplicity
Among the woods and fields, we love you well,
However trivial, if you thence are taught
That they, with whom you once were happy, talk Familiarly of you and of old times.
While I was feated, now fome ten days past, Beneath those lofty firs that overtop
Their ancient neighbour, the old steeple-tower,
Came forth to greet me; and when he had asked,
I, like a Runic priest, in characters
Of formidable fize had chifelled out
Some uncouth name upon the native rock,
-'Twas that delightful season when the broom, Full-flowered, and visible on every steep,
Along the copfes runs in veins of gold.