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RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred	A
When they the wished for greeting heard	A
The whip's loud notice from the door	B
That they were free to move once more	B
You think those doings must have bred	C
In them disheartening doubts and dread	C
No not a horse of all the eight	D
Although it be a moonless night	E
Fears either for himself or freight	D
For this they know and let it hide	F
In part the offences of their guide	F
That Benjamin with clouded brains	G
Is worth the best with all their pains	G
And if they had a prayer to make	H
The prayer would be that they may take	H
With him whatever comes in course	I
The better fortune or the worse	J
That no one else may have business near them	K
And drunk or sober he may steer them	K
So forth in dauntless mood they fare	L
And with them goes the guardian pair	L
Now heroes for the true commotion	M
The triumph of your late devotion	M
Can aught on earth impede delight	E
Still mounting to a higher height	E
And higher still a greedy flight	E
Can any low born care pursue her	N
Can any mortal clog come to her	N
No notion have they not a thought	O
That is from joyless regions brought	O
And while they coast the silent lake	H
Their inspiration I partake	H
Share their empyreal spirits yea	P
With their enraptured vision see	Q
O fancy what a jubilee	Q
What shifting pictures clad in gleams	R
Of colour bright as feverish dreams	R
Earth spangled sky and lake serene	S
Involved and restless all a scene	S
Pregnant with mutual exaltation	S
Rich change and multiplied creation	S
This sight to me the Muse imparts	T
And then what kindness in their hearts	T
What tears of rapture what vow making	U
Profound entreaties and hand shaking	U
What solemn vacant interlacing	U
As if they'd fall asleep embracing	U
Then in the turbulence of glee	Q
And in the excess of amity	Q
Says Benjamin 'That Ass of thine	S
He spoils thy sport and hinders mine	S
If he were tethered to the waggon	S
He'd drag as well what he is dragging	U
And we as brother should with brother	N
Might trudge it alongside each other '	V
Forthwith obedient to command	W
The horses made a quiet stand	W
And to the waggon's skirts was tied	F
The Creature by the Mastiff's side	F
The Mastiff wondering and perplext	F
With dread of what will happen next	F
And thinking it but sorry cheer	X
To have such company so near	X
This new arrangement made the Wain	S
Through the still night proceeds again	S
No Moon hath risen her light to lend	F
But indistinctly may be kenned	F
The VANGUARD following close behind	F
Sails spread as if to catch the wind	F
'Thy wife and child are snug and warm	Y
Thy ship will travel without harm	Z
I like ' said Benjamin 'her shape and stature	N
And this of mine this bulky creature	N
Of which I have the steering this	A2
Seen fairly is not much amiss	A2
We want your streamers friend you know	S
But altogether as we go	S
We make a kind of handsome show	S
Among these hills from first to last	F
We've weathered many a furious blast	F
Hard passage forcing on with head	F
Against the storm and canvas spread	F
I hate a boaster but to thee	Q
Will say't who know'st both land and sea	Q
The unluckiest hulk that stems the brine	S
Is hardly worse beset than mine	S
When cross winds on her quarter beat	F
And fairly lifted from my feet	F
I stagger onward heaven knows how	B2
But not so pleasantly as now	B2
Poor pilot I by snows confounded	F
And many a foundrous pit surrounded	F
Yet here we are by night and day	F
Grinding through rough and smooth our way	F
Through foul and fair our task fulfilling	U
And long shall be so yet God willing '	V
'Ay ' said the Tar 'through fair and foul	C2
But save us from yon screeching owl '	V
That instant was begun a fray	F
Which called their thoughts another way	F
The mastiff ill conditioned carl	D2
What must he do but growl and snarl	D2
Still more and more dissatisfied	F
With the meek comrade at his side	F
Till not incensed though put to proof	E2
The Ass uplifting a hind hoof	E2
Salutes the Mastiff on the head	F
And so were better manners bred	F
And all was calmed and quieted	F
'Yon screech owl ' says the Sailor turning	U
Back to his former cause of mourning	U
'Yon owl pray God that all be well	F2
'Tis worse than any funeral bell	F2
As sure as I've the gift of sight	F
We shall be meeting ghosts to night '	V
Said Benjamin 'This whip shall lay	F
A thousand if they cross our way	F
I know that Wanton's noisy station	S
I know him and his occupation	S
The jolly bird hath learned his cheer	X
Upon the banks of Windermere	X
Where a tribe of them make merry	X
Mocking the Man that keeps the ferry	X
Hallooing from an open throat	F
Like travellers shouting for a boat	F
The tricks he learned at Windermere	X
This vagrant owl is playing here	X
That is the worst of his employment	F
He's at the top of his enjoyment '	V
This explanation stilled the alarm	Z
Cured the foreboder like a charm	Z
This and the manner and the voice	G2
Summoned the Sailor to rejoice	G2
His heart is up he fears no evil	H2
From life or death from man or devil	H2
He wheels and making many stops	I2
Brandished his crutch against the mountain tops	I2
And while he talked of blows and scars	J2
Benjamin among the stars	J2
Beheld a dancing and a glancing	U
Such retreating and advancing	U
As I ween was never seen	S
In bloodiest battle since the days of Mars	J2

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