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Upon the dark materials of the storm
had receded, taking there
open court, an object like a throne
Below me was the earth ; this little Vale
Soon shewed itself; he lingered three short weeks ;
So ends my dolorous Tale, and glad I am That it is ended.” At these words he turned — And, with blithe air of open fellowship, Brought from the Cupboard wine and stouter cheer, Like one who would be merry. Seeing this My grey-haired Friend said courteously—“ Nay, nay, You have regaled us as a Hermit ought; Now let us forth into the sun !”-Our Host Rose, though reluctantly, and forth we went.
END OF THE SECOND BOOK.
BOOK THE THIRD.
A humming Bee-a little tinkling Rill-
beneath the concave of the blue