Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
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