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After the line, “Can any mortal clog come to her,” followed in the MS. an incident which has been kept back. Part of the suppressed verses shall here be given as a gratification of private feeling, which the well-disposed reader will find no difficulty in excusing. They are now printed for the first time.

“Can any mortal clog come to her? It can: assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt But Benjamin, in his vexation, Possesses inward consolation; He knows his ground, and hopes to find A spot with all things to his mind, An upright mural block of stone, Moist with pure water trickling down. A slender spring; but kind to man It is, a true Samaritan; Close to the highway, pouring out Its offering from a chink or spout; Whence all, howe’er athirst, or drooping With toil, may drink, and without stooping. Cries Benjamin, ‘Where is it, where? Voice it hath none, but must be near.’ –A star, declining towards the west, Upon the watery surface threw Its image tremulously imprest, That just marked out the object and withdrew: Right welcome service! assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt assetList.txt btb buildsite.sh gzipAll.sh tempdir temp.log testlist2.txt ROCK OF NAMES! Light is the strain, but not unjust To Thee, and thy memorial-trust That once seemed only to express Love that was love in idleness; Tokens, as year hath followed year How changed, alas, in character! For they were graven on thy smooth breast By hands of those my soul loved best; Meek women, men as true and brave As ever went to a hopeful grave: Their hands and mine, when side by side With kindred zeal and mutual pride, We worked until the Initials took Shapes that defied a scornful look.– Long as for us a genial feeling Survives, or one in need of healing, The power, dear Rock, around thee cast, Thy monumental power, shall last For me and mine! O thought of pain, That would impair it or profane! Take all in kindness then, as said With a staid heart but playful head; And fail not Thou, loved Rock! to keep Thy charge when we are laid asleep.”