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But most of all, his Mother dear,She who had fainted with her fear,Rejoiced when waking she espiesThe Child; when she can trust her eyes,And touches the blind Boy.
She led him home, and wept amain,When he was in the house again:Tears flowed in torrents from her eyes,She could not blame him, or chastise:She was too happy far.
Thus, after he had fondly bravedThe perilous Deep, the Boy was saved;And, though his fancies had been wild,Yet he was pleased, and reconciledTo live in peace on shore.
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