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[109] 995 Thought Peter, 'tis the poor man's home! He listens  not a sound is heard Save from the trickling household rill; But, stepping o'er the cottage sill, Forthwith a little Girl appeared. 1000 She to the Meeting house was bound In hopes [110] some tidings there to gather: No glimpse it is, no doubtful gleam; She saw  and uttered with a scream, "My father! here's my father!" THOUGHT PETER TIS THE POOR MAN'S HOME HE LISTENS NOT A SOUND IS HEARD SAVE FROM THE TRICKLING HOUSEHOLD RILL BUT STEPPING O'ER THE COTTAGE SILL FORTHWITH A LITTLE GIRL APPEARED SHE TO THE MEETING HOUSE WAS BOUND IN HOPES SOME TIDINGS THERE TO GATHER NO GLIMPSE IT IS NO DOUBTFUL GLEAM SHE SAW AND UTTERED WITH A SCREAM MY FATHER HERE'S MY FATHER
within; But, in its helplessness, grew mild And gentle as an infant child, An infant that has known no sin. 970 'Tis said, meek Beast! that, through Heaven's grace,[105] [H] He not unmoved did notice now The cross [I] upon thy shoulder scored, For lasting impress, by the Lord [106] To whom all human-kind shall bow; 975 Memorial of his touch--that day [107] When Jesus humbly deigned to ride, Entering the proud Jerusalem, By an immeasurable stream [J] Of shouting people deified! 980 Meanwhile the persevering Ass, Turned towards a gate that hung in view Across a shady lane; [108] his chest Against the yielding gate he pressed And quietly passed through. 985 And up the stony lane he goes; No ghost more softly ever trod; Among the stones and pebbles, he Sets down his hoofs inaudibly, As if with felt his hoofs were shod. 990 Along the lane the trusty Ass Went twice two hundred yards or more, And no one could have guessed his aim,-- Till to a lonely house he came, And stopped beside the door. S FELT A GENTLE A RELAXING POWER EACH FIBER OF HIS FRAME WAS WEAK WEAK ALL THE ANIMAL WITHIN BUT IN ITS HELPLESSNESS GREW MILD AND GENTLE AS AN INFANT CHILD AN INFANT THAT HAS KNOWN NO SIN TIS SAID MEEK BEAST THAT THROUGH HEAVEN'S GRACE HE NOT UNMOV'D DID NOTICE NOW THE CROSS UPON THY SHOULDER SCORED FOR LASTING IMPRESS BY THE LORD TO WHOM ALL HUMAN KIND SHALL BOW MEMORIAL OF HIS TOUCH THAT DAY WHEN JESUS HUMBLY DEIGNED TO RIDE ENTERING THE PROUD JERUSALEM BY AN IMMEASURABLE STREAM OF SHOUTING PEOPLE DEIFIED MEANWHILE THE PERSEVERING ASS TURNED TOWARDS A GATE THAT HUNG IN VIEW ACROSS A SHADY LANE HIS CHEST AGAINST THE YIELDING GATE HE PRESSED AND QUIETLY PASSED THROUGH AND UP THE STONY LANE HE GOES NO GHOST MORE SOFTLY EVER TROD AMONG THE STONES AND PEBBLES HE SETS DOWN HIS HOOFS INAUDIBLY AS IF WITH FELT HIS HOOFS WERE SHOD ALONG THE LANE THE TRUSTY ASS WENT TWICE TWO HUNDRED YARDS OR MORE AND NO ONE COULD HAVE GUESSED HIS AIM TILL TO A LONELY HOUSE HE CAME AND STOPPED BESIDE THE DOOR
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