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I have marked The like on heath, in lonely wood; And, verily, have seldom met A spectacle more hideous  yet It suited Peter's present mood. I HAVE MARKED THE LIKE ON HEATH IN LONELY WOOD AND VERILY HAVE SELDOM MET A SPECTACLE MORE HIDEOUS YET IT SUITED PETER'S PRESENT MOOD
trying, And many anodynes applying, To ease his conscience of its pain. 800 By this his heart is lighter far; And, finding that he can account So snugly [90] for that crimson stain, His evil spirit up again Does like an empty bucket mount. 805 And Peter is a deep logician Who hath no lack of wit mercurial; "Blood drops--leaves rustle--yet," quoth he, "This poor man never, but for me, Could have had Christian burial. 810 "And, say the best you can, 'tis plain, That here has [91] been some wicked dealing; No doubt the devil in me wrought; I'm not the man who could have thought An Ass like this was worth the stealing!" 815 So from his pocket Peter takes His shining horn tobacco-box; And, in a light and careless way, As men who with their purpose play, Upon the lid he knocks. 820 Let them whose voice can stop the clouds, Whose cunning eye can see the wind, Tell to a curious world the cause Why, making here a sudden pause, The Ass turned round his head, and _grinned_. 825 Appalling process! YOU REMEMBER WELL ARE THRIDDLING A SEQUESTERED LANE AND PETER MANY TRICKS IS TRYING AND MANY ANODYNES APPLYING TO EASE HIS CONSCIENCE OF ITS PAIN BY THIS HIS HEART IS LIGHTER FAR AND FINDING THAT HE CAN ACCOUNT SO SNUGLY FOR THAT CRIMSON STAIN HIS EVIL SPIRIT UP AGAIN DOES LIKE AN EMPTY BUCKET MOUNT AND PETER IS A DEEP LOGICIAN WHO HATH NO LACK OF WIT MERE CURIAL BLOOD DROPS LEAVES RUSTLE YET QUOTH HE THIS POOR MAN NEVER BUT FOR ME COULD HAVE HAD CHRISTIAN BURIAL AND SAY THE BEST YOU CAN TIS PLAIN THAT HERE HAS BEEN SOME WICKED DEALING NO DOUBT THE DEVIL IN ME ROT I'M NOT THE MAN WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT AN ASS LIKE THIS WAS WORTH THE STEALING SO FROM HIS POCKET PETER TAKES HIS SHINING HORN TOBACCO BOX AND IN A LIGHT AND CARELESS WAY AS MEN WHO WITH THEIR PURPOSE PLAY UPON THE LID HE KNOCKS LET THEM WHOSE VOICE CAN STOP THE CLOUDS WHOSE CUNNING EYE CAN SEE THE WIND TELL TO A CURIOUS WORLD THE CAUSE WHY MAKING HERE A SUDDEN PAUSE THE ASS TURNED ROUND HIS HEAD AND GRINNED APPALLING PROCESS
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