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While thus our jocund Travellers fare, Up springs the Sailor from his chair   Limps (for I might have told before 380 That he was lame) across the floor   Is gone  returns  and with a prize; With what? WHILE THUS OUR JOCUND TRAVELLER'S FAIR UPSPRINGS THE SAILOR FROM HIS CHAIR LIMPS FOR I MIGHT HAVE TOLD YOU BEFORE THAT HE WAS LAME ACROSS THE FLOOR IS GONE RETURNS AND WITH A PRIZE WITH WHAT
 man's while to try The utmost anger of the sky: 350 To _seek_ for thoughts of a gloomy cast, If such the bright amends at last. [38] Now should you say [39] I judge amiss, The CHERRY TREE shows proof of this; For soon of all [40] the happy there, 355 Our Travellers are the happiest pair; All care with Benjamin is gone-- A CÃ¦sar past the Rubicon! He thinks not of his long, long strife;-- The Sailor, Man by nature gay, 360 Hath no resolves to throw away; [41] And he hath now forgot his Wife, Hath quite forgotten her--or may be Thinks her the luckiest soul on earth, Within that warm and peaceful berth, [42] 365 Under cover, Terror over, Sleeping by her sleeping Baby. With bowl that sped from hand to hand, The gladdest of the gladsome band, 370 Amid their own delight and fun, [43] They hear--when every dance is done, When every whirling bout is o'er--[44] The fiddle's _squeak_ [G]--that call to bliss, Ever followed by a kiss; 375 They envy not the happy lot, But enjoy their own the more! M THE SMOKY CEILING A STEAMING BOWL A BLAZING FIRE WHAT GREATER GOOD CAN HEART DESIRE TWERE WORTH A WISE MAN'S WHILE TO TRY THE UTMOST ANGER OF THE SKY TO SEEK FOR THOUGHTS OF A GLOOMY CAST IF SUCH THE BRIGHT AMENDS AT LAST NOW SHOULD YOU SAY I JUDGE AMISS THE CHERRY TREE SHOWS PROOF OF THIS FOR SOON OF ALL THE HAPPY THERE OUR TRAVELLERS ARE THE HAPPIEST PAIR ALL CARE WITH BENJAMIN IS GONE A CAESAR PAST THE RUBICON HE THINKS NOT OF HIS LONG LONG STRIFE THE SAILOR MAN BY NATURE GAY HATH NO RESOLVES TO THROW AWAY AND HE HATH NOW FORGOT HIS WIFE HATH QUITE FORGOTTEN HER OR MAYBE THINKS HER THE LUCKIEST SOUL ON EARTH WITHIN THAT WARM AND PEACEFUL BERTH UNDER COVER TERROR OVER SLEEPING BY HER SLEEPING BABY WITH BOWL THAT SPED FROM HAND TO HAND THE GLADDEST OF THE GLADSOME BAND AMID THEIR OWN DELIGHT AND FUN THEY HEAR WHEN EVERY DANCE IS DONE WHEN EVERY WHIRLING BOUT IS O'ER THE FIDDLES SQUEAK THAT CALL TO BLISS EVER FOLLOWED BY A KISS THEY ENVY NOT THE HAPPY LOT BUT ENJOY THEIR OWN THE MORE
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