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In such a vessel ne'er beforeDid human Creature leave the shore:If this or that way he should stir,Woe to the poor blind Mariner!For death will be his doom.
Strong is the current; but be mild,Ye waves, and spare the helpless Child!If ye in anger fret or chafe,A Bee-hive would be ship as safeAs that in which he sails.
But say, what was it? Thought of fear!Well may ye tremble when ye hear!—A Household Tub, like one of thoseWhich women use to wash their clothes,This carried the blind Boy.
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