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And there they glided ghastly on the top
Of the salt flood, and never touch'd a drop.
I would have struck them, but they knew th' intent,
And smiled upon the oar, and down they went.
"Now, from that day, whenever I began
To dip my net, there stood the hard old man—
He and those boys; I humbled me and pray'd
They would be gone;—they heeded not, but stay'd.
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