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45 Heaven shield him from mishap and snare! But why so early with this prayer? Is it for threatenings in the sky? Or for some other danger nigh? HEAVEN SHIELD HIM FROM MISHAP AND SNARE BUT WHY SO EARLY WITH THIS PRAYER IS IT FOR THREATENINGS IN THE SKY OR FOR SOME OTHER DANGER NIGH
a tired [4] and sultry breeze With a haunting and a panting, Like the stifling of disease; But the dews [5] allay the heat, 20 And the silence makes it sweet. Hush, there is some one on the stir! 'Tis Benjamin the Waggoner; Who long hath trod this toilsome way, Companion of the night and [6] day. 25 That far-off tinkling's drowsy cheer, Mix'd with a faint yet grating sound In a moment lost and found, The Wain announces--by whose side Along the banks of Rydal Mere 30 He paces on, a trusty Guide,-- Listen! you can scarcely hear! Hither he his course is bending;-- Now he leaves the lower ground, And up the craggy hill ascending 35 Many a stop and stay he makes, Many a breathing-fit he takes;--[7] Steep the way and wearisome, Yet all the while his whip is dumb! The Horses have worked with right good-will, 40 And so [8] have gained the top of the hill; He was patient, they were strong, And now they smoothly glide along, Recovering [9] breath, and pleased to win The praises of mild Benjamin. S HEIGHT THE AIR AS IN A LION'S DEN IS CLOSE AND HOT AND NOW AND THEN COMES A TIRED AND SULTRY BREEZE WITH A HAUNTING AND A PANTING LIKE THE STIFLING OF DISEASE BUT THE DEWS ALLAY THE HEAT AND THE SILENCE MAKES IT SWEET HUSH THERE IS SOME ONE ON THE STIR TIS BENJAMIN THE WAGGONER WHO LONG HATH TROD THIS TOILSOME WAY COMPANION OF THE NIGHT AND DAY THAT FAR OFF TINKLING'S DROWSY CHEER MIXED WITH A FAINT YET GRATING SOUND IN A MOMENT LOST AND FOUND THE WANE ANNOUNCES BY WHOSE SIDE ALONG THE BANKS OF RIDAL MERE HE PACES ON A TRUSTY GUIDE LISTEN YOU CAN SCARCELY HEAR HITHER HE HIS COURSE IS BENDING NOW HE LEAVES THE LOWER GROUND AND UP THE CRAGGY HILL ASCENDING MANY A STOP AND STAY HE MAKES MANY A BREATHING FIT HE TAKES STEEP THE WAY AND WEARISOME YE ALL THE WHILE HIS WHIP IS DUMB THE HORSES HAVE WORKED WITH RIGHT GOOD WILL AND SO HAVE GAINED THE TOP OF THE HILL HE WAS PATIENT THEY WERE STRONG AND NOW THEY SMOOTHLY GLIDE ALONG RECOVERING BREATH AND PLEASE TO WIN THE PRAISES OF MILD BENJAMIN
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