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115 Yes, let my master fume and fret, Here am I  with my horses yet! My jolly team, he finds that ye Will work for nobody but me! YES LET MY MASTER FUME AND FRET HERE AM I WITH MY HORSES YET MY JOLLY TEAM HE FINDS THAT YE WILL WORK FOR NOBODY BUT ME
h! and yet our boast, [13] For it was painted by the Host; 90 His own conceit the figure planned, 'Twas coloured all by his own hand; And that frail Child of thirsty clay, Of whom I sing [14] this rustic lay, Could tell with self-dissatisfaction 95 Quaint stories of the bird's attraction! [C] Well! that is past--and in despite Of open door and shining light. And now the conqueror essays The long ascent of Dunmail-raise; 100 And with his team is gentle here As when he clomb from Rydal Mere; His whip they do not dread--his voice They only hear it to rejoice. To stand or go is at _their_ pleasure; 105 Their efforts and their time they measure By generous pride within the breast; And, while they strain, and while they rest, He thus pursues his thoughts at leisure. Now am I fairly safe to-night--110 And with proud cause my heart is light: [15] I trespassed lately worse than ever-- But Heaven has blest [16] a good endeavour; And, to my soul's content, [17] I find The evil One is left behind.  HE KNOWS IT TO HIS COST GOOD MAN WHO DOES NOT KNOW THE FAMOUS SWAN OBJECT UNCOUTH AND YET OUR BOAST FOR IT WAS PAINTED BY THE HOST HIS OWN CONCEIT THE FIGURE PLANN'D TWAS COLOUR'D ALL BY HIS OWN HAND AND THAT FRAIL CHILD OF THIRSTY CLAY OF WHOM I SING THIS RUSTIC LAY COULD TELL WITH SELF DISSATISFACTION QUAINT STORIES OF THE BIRD'S ATTRACTION WELL THAT IS PAST AND IN DESPITE OF OPEN DOOR AND SHINING LIGHT AND NOW THE CONQUEROR ESSAYS THE LONG ASCENT OF DUN MALE RAYS AND WITH HIS TEAM AS GENTLE HERE AS WHEN HE CLAMB FROM RIDAL MERE HIS WHIP THEY DO NOT DREAD HIS VOICE THEY ONLY HEAR IT TO REJOICE TO STAND OR GO IS AT THEIR PLEASURE THEIR EFFORTS AND THEIR TIME THEY MEASURE BY GENEROUS PRIDE WITHIN THE BREAST AND WHILE THEY STRAIN AND WHILE THEY REST HE THUS PURSUES HIS THOUGHTS AT LEISURE NOW AM I FAIRLY SAFE TO NIGHT AND WITH PROUD CAUSE MY HEART IS LIGHT I TRESPASS LATELY WORSE THAN EVER BUT HEAVEN HAS BLEST A GOOD ENDEAVOUR AND TO MY SOUL'S CONTENT I FIND THE EVIL ONE IS LEFT BEHIND
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