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Anon our passage free
A mountain wall hath stopp'd;
And we lie chafing in the fond distress
Of wayward pettishness,
Boiling with childish rage,
Till gentler tones assuage
Impetuosity.
Still, still hold watch and ward!
A postern is unbarr'd:
Through the quick gap our damm'd-up waters gush
All eagerly;
And our high song hath dropp'd
Adown the steeps of life, and youthhood's flush
Floweth more steadily.