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1125 And many years did this poor Ass, Whom once it was my luck to see Cropping the shrubs of Leming Lane, Help by his labour to maintain The Widow and her family. AND MANY YEARS DID THIS POOR ASS WHOM ONCE IT WAS MY LUCK TO SEE CROPPING THE SHRUBS OF LEMMING LANE HELP BY HIS NEIGHBOUR TO MAINTAIN THE WIDOW AND HER FAMILY
 thou? Oh! would, poor beast, that I had now A heart but half as good as thine!" 1100 But _He_--who deviously hath sought His Father through the lonesome woods, Hath sought, proclaiming to the ear Of night his grief and sorrowful fear--[118] He comes, escaped from fields and floods;--1105 With weary pace is drawing nigh; He sees the Ass--and nothing living Had ever such a fit of joy As hath [119] this little orphan Boy, For he has no misgiving! 1110 Forth to [120] the gentle Ass he springs, And up about his neck he climbs; In loving words he talks to him, He kisses, kisses face and limb,-- He kisses him a thousand times! 1115 This Peter sees, while in the shade He stood beside the cottage-door; And Peter Bell, the ruffian wild, Sobs loud, he sobs even like a child, "Oh! God, I can endure no more!" 1120 --Here ends my Tale: for in a trice Arrived a neighbour with his horse; Peter went forth with him straightway; And, with due care, ere break of day, Together they brought back the Corse. FTS HIS HEAD AND SEES THE ASS YET STANDING IN THE CLEAR MOONSHINE WHEN SHALL I BE AS GOOD AS THOU OH WOULD POOR BEAST THAT I HAD NOW A HEART BUT HALF AS GOOD AS THINE BUT HE WHO DEVIOUSLY HATH SOUGHT HIS FATHER THROUGH THE LONESOME WOODS HATH SOUGHT PROCLAIMING TO THE EAR OF NIGHT HIS GRIEF AND SORROWFUL FEAR HE COMES ESCAPED FROM FIELDS AND FLOODS WITH WEARY PACES DRAWING NIGH HE SEES THE ASS AND NOTHING LIVING HAD EVER SUCH A FIT OF JOY AS HATH THIS LITTLE ORPHAN BOY FOR HE HAS NO MISGIVING FORTH TO THE GENTLE ASS HE SPRINGS AND UP ABOUT HIS NECK HE CLIMBS IN LOVING WORDS HE TALKS TO HIM HE KISSES KISSES FACE AND LIMB HE KISSES HIM A THOUSAND TIMES THIS PETER SEES WHILE IN THE SHADE HE STOOD BESIDE THE COTTAGE DOOR AND PETER BELL THE RUFFIAN WILD SOBS LOUD HE SOBS EVEN LIKE A CHILD O GOD I CAN ENDURE NO MORE HERE ENDS MY TALE FOR IN A TRICE ARRIVED A NEIGHBOUR WITH HIS HORSE PETER WENT FORTH WITH HIM STRAIGHTWAY AND WITH DUE CARE ERE BREAK OF DAY TOGETHER THEY BROUGHT BACK THE CORPSE
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