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    ttle hedge-row birds,

    t peck along t.

    ravels on, and in ep,

    , is one expression; every limb,

    his look and bending ?gure, all bespeak

    A man  moves

    it--he is insensibly subdued

    to settled quiet: he is one by whom

    All effort seems forgotten, one to whom

    Long patience has such mild composure given,

    t patience nohing, of which

    ure led

    to peace so perfect, t the young behold

    it the old man hardly feels.

    --I asked

    t of his journey; he replied

    quot;Sir! I am going many miles to take

    quot;A last leave of my son, a mariner,

    quot;  to Falmouth,

    And tal.quot;