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<V 2> <A W> <L 0> <R 1> <P 35> $LINES LEFT UPON A $SEAT IN A $YEW-TREE + WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF $ESTHWAITE, ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE, + YET COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT =$NAY, $TRAVELLEY! REST. THIS LONELY YEW-TREE STANDS $FAR FROM ALL HUMAN DWELLING: WHAT IF HERE $NO SPARKLING RIVULET SPREAD THE VERDANT HERB; $WHAT IF THESE BARREN BOUGHS THE BEE NOT LOVES; $YET, IF THE WIND BREATHE SOFT, THE CURLING WAVES, $THAT BREAK AGAINST THE SHORE, SHALL LULL THY MIND $BY ONE SOFT IMPULSE SAVED FROM VACANCY. <P 36> =$WHO HE WAS $THAT PILED THESE STONES, AND WITH THE MOSSY SOD $FIRST COVERED O'ER, AND TAUGHT THIS AGED TREE, $NOW WILD, TO BEND ITS ARMS IN CIRCLING SHADE, $I WELL REMEMBER.=$HE WAS ONE WHO OWN'D $NO COMMON SOUL. $IN YOUTH, BY GENIUS NURS'D, $AND BIG WITH LOFTY VIEWS, HE TO THE WORLD $WENT FORTH, PURE IN HIS HEART, AGAINST THE TAINT $OF DISSOLUTE TONGUES, 'GAINST JEALOUSY, AND HATE, $AND SCORN, AGAINST ALL ENEMIES PREPARED, $ALL BUT NEGLECT: AND . . .