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XVI.

Short way he from the Sire was gone
When all this scene was changed anon;
Instead of verdant fields and groves,
Of winding dales and dark alcoves,

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This golden landscape midnight brake,
And show'd the dark sedge-skirted lake.
Downcast and dull young Mopus stood,
As in his wonted wretched mood;
But, such effect had wrought the vision,
He chid his conduct with derision:
Nor longer tarried there alone,
Nor mourn'd his lot with bitter tone,
But suddenly he homeward sped,
Reflecting on the life he'd led;
Resolved upon a future plan—
To act the noble part of man.
Vice now he doth indignant spurn,
A neighbour's fall doth make him mourn,
True love pervades through every act,
And follows bold industry's track;
He listens to misfortune's plaint,
And 's both philosopher and saint.