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Beat faint. They went; and o’er his eyes

A gathering film beclouded light;

And music murmured in his brain,

Such respite sang from toil and strain

That all his senses, wearied quite,

Were lapped to slumber, lulling pain;

Whilst soothing visions seemed to rise,

That brought him scenes of other times,

With cherub faces, beaming bright,

Of many children, and the rhymes

His mother taught him on her knee,

In happy days of infancy.

Then gentlest forms, with rustling wings,

Were wafting him a world of ease

Beneath those downy canopies,

Wherewith they shut out angry skies;

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