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<V 2> <A W> <L 0> <R 1> <P 35>
$LINES LEFT UPON A $SEAT IN A $YEW-TREE +
WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF $ESTHWAITE, ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE, +
YET COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT
=$NAY, $TRAVELLEY! REST. THIS LONELY YEW-TREE STANDS
$FAR FROM ALL HUMAN DWELLING: WHAT IF HERE
$NO SPARKLING RIVULET SPREAD THE VERDANT HERB;
$WHAT IF THESE BARREN BOUGHS THE BEE NOT LOVES;
$YET, IF THE WIND BREATHE SOFT, THE CURLING WAVES,
$THAT BREAK AGAINST THE SHORE, SHALL LULL THY MIND
$BY ONE SOFT IMPULSE SAVED FROM VACANCY.
<P 36>
=$WHO HE WAS
$THAT PILED THESE STONES, AND WITH THE MOSSY SOD
$FIRST COVERED O'ER, AND TAUGHT THIS AGED TREE,
$NOW WILD, TO BEND ITS ARMS IN CIRCLING SHADE,
$I WELL REMEMBER.=$HE WAS ONE WHO OWN'D
$NO COMMON SOUL. $IN YOUTH, BY GENIUS NURS'D,
$AND BIG WITH LOFTY VIEWS, HE TO THE WORLD
$WENT FORTH, PURE IN HIS HEART, AGAINST THE TAINT
$OF DISSOLUTE TONGUES, 'GAINST JEALOUSY, AND HATE,
$AND SCORN, AGAINST ALL ENEMIES PREPARED,
$ALL BUT NEGLECT: AND . . .
