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What hubbub followed!—the audience rushed
To watch the diminutive monster's gaze,
And strove that his outcries might be hushed
In possible and impossible ways;
With everything, from nostrum to toy,
A baby could or could not enjoy.
“My voyage is over”!—our Captain said,
With smiling visage but drooping head,
And folded his map and laid it by.
To watch the diminutive monster's gaze,
And strove that his outcries might be hushed
In possible and impossible ways;
With everything, from nostrum to toy,
A baby could or could not enjoy.
“My voyage is over”!—our Captain said,
With smiling visage but drooping head,
And folded his map and laid it by.
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