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[XXVIII. Yet sometimes, with the sad respectant mind]
Yet sometimes, with the sad respectant mind,We look upon lost hours of want and wail,
As on a picture, with contentment pale;
And even the present seems with voices kind
To soothe our sorrow, and the past endears;
Or like a sick man's happy trance appears,
When on the first soft waves of Slumber's calm:
And like a wreck that has outlived the gale,
No longer lifted by the wrenching billow,
He rides at rest; while from the distant dam,
Dim and far off, as in a dream, he hears
The pulsing hammer play,—or the vague wind
Rising and falling in the wayside willow:
Or the faint rustling of the watch beneath his pillow.
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