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And watch the horn-eyed snailCreep o'er his long moon-glittering trail,And mark where radiant thro' the nightMoves in the grass-green hedge the glow-worm's living light.
Thee meekest Power! I love to meet,As oft with even solitary paceThe scatter'd Abbeys hallowed rounds I traceAnd listen to the echoings of my feet.Or on the half demolished tomb,Whole warning texts anticipate my doom:Mark the clear orb of nightCast thro' the storying glass a faintly-varied light.
Nor will I not in some more gloomy hourInvoke with fearless awe thine holier power,Wandering beneath the sainted pileWhen the blast moans along the darksome aisle,And clattering patters all aroundThe midnight shower with dreary sound.
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