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And the smoke and respiration, Rising like an exhalation, Blend [60] with the mist  a moving shroud 690 To form, an undissolving cloud; Which, with slant ray, the merry sun Takes delight to play upon. AND THE SMOKE AND RESPIRATION RISING LIKE AN EXHALATION BLEND WITH THE MIST A MOVING SHROUD TO FORM AN UNDISSOLVING CLOUD WHICH WITH SLANT RAY THE MERRY SUN TAKES DELIGHT TO PLAY UPON
the morning's pleasant hour, Had for their joys a killing power. 660 And, sooth, for Benjamin a vein Is opened of still deeper pain, As if his heart by notes were stung From out the lowly hedge-rows flung; As if the warbler lost in light [L] 665 Reproved his soarings of the night, In strains of rapture pure and holy Upbraided his distempered folly. [55] Drooping is he, his step is dull; [56] But the horses stretch and pull; 670 With increasing vigour climb, Eager to repair lost time; Whether, by their own desert, Knowing what cause there is [57] for shame, They are labouring to avert 675 As much as may be of the blame, [58] Which, they foresee, must soon alight Upon _his_ head, whom, in despite Of all his failings, they love best; [59] Whether for him they are distrest, 680 Or, by length of fasting roused, Are impatient to be housed: Up against the hill they strain Tugging at the iron chain, Tugging all with might and main, 685 Last and foremost, every horse To the utmost of his force! R JOURNEY'S END AND AFTER THEIR HIGH MINDED RIOT SICKENING INTO THOUGHTFUL QUIET AS IF THE MORNING'S PLEASANT HOUR HAD FOR THEIR JOYS A KILLING POWER IN SOOTH FOR BENJAMIN A VEIN IS OPENED OF STILL DEEPER PAIN AS IF HIS HEART BY NOTES WERE STUNG FROM OUT THE LOWLY HEDGEROWS FLUNG AS IF THE WARBLER LOST IN LIGHT REPROVED HIS SOARINGS OF THE NIGHT IN STRAINS OF RAPTURE PURE AND HOLY UPBRAIDED HIS DISTEMPERED FOLLY DROOPING IS HE HIS STEP IS DULL BUT THE HORSES STRETCH AND PULL WITH INCREASING VIGOUR CLIMB EAGER TO REPAIR LOST TIME WHETHER BY THEIR OWN DESERT KNOWING WHAT CAUSE THERE IS FOR SHAME THEY ARE LABOURING TO AVERT AS MUCH AS MAY BE OF THE BLAME WHICH THEY FORESEE MUST SOON ALIGHT UPON HIS HEAD WHOM IN DESPITE OF ALL HIS FAILINGS THEY LOVE BEST WHETHER FOR HIM THEY ARE DISTRESSED OR BY LENGTH OF FASTING ROUSED OR IMPATIENT TO BE HOUSED UP AGAINST THE HILL THEY STRAIN TUGGING AT THE IRON CHAIN TUGGING ALL WITH MIGHT AND MAIN LAST AND FOREMOST EVERY HORSE TO THE UTMOST OF HIS FORCE
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