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Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
Vain thought ! yet be as now thou art,
Remembrance ! as we float along,
* Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.
The IDIOT BOY.
"Tis eight o'clock,-a clear March night,
--Why bustle thus about your door,