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Along the floor, beneath the shade
And all those leaves, that jump and spring,
Oh! grant me Heaven a heart at ease
That I may never cease to find,
Even in appearances like these
Enough to nourish and to stir my mind!
Though the torrents from their fountains
Yet they find among the mountains
Though almost with eagle pinion
If on windy days the Raven
Not the less he loves his haven
On the bosom of the cliff.
Though the Sea-horse in the ocean
Own no dear domestic cave;
Yet he slumbers without motion
On the calm and silent wave.
Day and night my toils redouble! Never nearer to the goal,
Night and day, I feel the trouble, Of the Wanderer in my soul.