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BISHOP HUBERT.
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Far he has not roam'd, before,On that solitary shore,He has found a little child,By its seeming play beguiled.
In the drifted barren sandIt has scoop'd with baby handSmall recess, in which might floatSportive fairy's tiny boat.
From a hollow shell, the while,See, 'tis filling, with a smile,Pool as shallow as may be,With the waters of The Sea.
Hear the smiling Bishop ask—"What can mean such infant task?"Mark that infant's answer plain—"'Tis to hold yon mighty main!"—
"Foolish trifler!" Hubert cries,"Open, if thou canst, thine eyes;—Can a shallow scoop'd by theeHope to hold yon boundless sea?
"Know'st thou not its space transcendsAll thy fancy comprehends;—Ope thy childish eyes, and know—Fathomless its depths below."
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