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Thence the sound  the light is there  300 As Benjamin is now aware, Who, to his inward thoughts confined, Had almost reached the festive door, When, startled by the Sailor's roar, [36] He hears a sound and sees the light, 305 And in a moment calls to mind That 'tis the village MERRY NIGHT! THENCE THE SOUND THE LIGHT IS THERE AND BENJAMIN IS NOW AWARE WHO TO HIS INWARD THOUGHTS CONFINED HAD ALMOST REACH'D THE FESTIVE DOOR WHEN STARTLED BY THE SAILOR'S ROAR HE HEARS A SOUND AND SEES THE LIGHT AND IN A MOMENT CALLS TO MIND THAT TIS THE VILLAGE MERRY NIGHT
nmail-raise! The Sailor gathers up his bed, Takes down the canvass overhead; And, after farewell to the place, A parting word--though not of grace, 275 Pursues, with Ass and all his store, The way the Waggon went before. CANTO SECOND If Wytheburn's modest House of prayer, As lowly as the lowliest dwelling, Had, with its belfry's humble stock, 280 A little pair that hang in air, Been mistress also of a clock, (And one, too, not in crazy plight) Twelve strokes that clock would have been telling Under the brow of old Helvellyn--285 Its bead-roll of midnight, Then, when the Hero of my tale Was passing by, and, down the vale (The vale now silent, hushed I ween As if a storm had never been) 290 Proceeding with a mind at ease; While the old Familiar of the seas [35] Intent to use his utmost haste, Gained ground upon the Waggon fast, And gives another lusty cheer; 295 For spite of rumbling of the wheels, A welcome greeting he can hear;-- It is a fiddle in its glee Dinning from the CHERRY TREE! THERE GREEN AS THE GRASS FOR BEASTS TO GRAZE AROUND THE STONES OF DUN MALE RAYS THE SAILOR GATHERS UP HIS BED TAKES DOWN THE CANVAS OVERHEAD AND AFTER FAREWELL TO THE PLACE A PARTING WORD THOUGH NOT OF GRACE PURSUES WITH ASS AND ALL HIS STORE THE WAY THE WAGON WENT BEFORE CANTO SECOND IF WITHBURNE'S MODEST HOUSE OF PRAYER AS LOWLY AS THE LOWLIEST DWELLING HAD WITH ITS BELFRY'S HUMBLE STOCK A LITTLE PAIR THAT HANG IN AIR BEEN MISTRESS ALSO OF A CLOCK AND ONE TWO NOT IN CRAZY PLIGHT TWELVE STROKES THAT CLOCK WOULD HAVE BEEN TELLING UNDER THE BROW OF OLD HELVEN ITS BEAD ROLL OF MIDNIGHT THEN WHEN THE HERO OF MY TALE WAS PASSING BY AND DOWN THE VALE THE VEIL NOW SILENT HUSHED I WEEN AS IF A STORM HAD NEVER BEEN PROCEEDING WITH A MIND AT EASE WHILE THE OLD FAMILIAR OF THE SEAS INTENT TO USE HIS UTMOST HASTE GAINED GROUND UPON THE WAGON FAST AND GIVES ANOTHER LUSTY CHEER FOR SPITE OF RUMBLING OF THE WHEELS A WELCOME GREETING HE CAN HEAR IT IS A FIDDLE IN ITS GLEE DINNING FROM THE CHERRY TREE
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