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The TWO THIEVES,
Or the last Stage of AVARICE.
Oh now thatthe genius of Bewick were mine
What feats would I work with my magical hand!
The Traveller would hang his wet clothes on a chair
Little Dan is unbreech'd, he is three birth-days old,
With chips is the Carpenter strewing his floor?
Old Daniel begins, he stops short and his eye
Dan once had a heart which was mov'd by the wires
'Twas a path trod by thousands, but Daniel is one
[ The pair sally forth hand in hand; ere the sun
They hunt through the street with deliberate tread,
Neither check'd by the rich nor the needy they roam,
Old Man! whom so oft I with pity have ey'd, I love thee and love the sweet boy at thy side:Long yet may'st thou live, for a teacher we see That lifts up the veil of our nature in thee.
A whirl-blast from behind the hill Rush'd o'er the wood with startling sound: Then all at once the air was still, And showers of hail-stones patter'd round. Where leafless Oaks tower'd high above, I sate within an undergrove Of tallest hollies, tall and green, A fairer bower was never seen. From year to year the spacious floor With witherd leaves is cover'd o'er, You could not lay a hair between: And all the year the bower is green. But see! where'er the hailstones drop The wither'd leaves all skip and hop, There's not a breeze—no breath of air— Yet here, and there, and every where