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Neither checked by the rich nor the needy they roam; For gray-headed Dan has a daughter at home,
Who will gladly repair all the damage that's done; And three, were it asked, would be rendered for one.
Old Man! whom so oft I with pity have eyed,
A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound:
And showers of hail-stones pattered round.
Of tallest hollies, tall and green;
Along the floor, beneath the shade
Some Robin Good-fellow were there,
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
Roar down many a craggy steep,
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.