ENOCH ARDEN.
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At lading and unlading the tall barks,
That brought the stinted commerce of those days;
Thus earn’d a scanty living for himself:
Yet since he did but labour for himself,
Work without hope, there was not life in it
Whereby the man could live; and as the year
Roll’d itself round again to meet the day
When Enoch had return’d, a languor came
Upon him, gentle sickness, gradually
Weakening the man, till he could do no more,
But kept the house, his chair, and last his bed.
And Enoch bore his weakness cheerfully.
For sure no gladlier does the stranded wreck
See thro’ the gray skirts of a lifting squall
The boat that bears the hope of life approach
To save the life despair’d of, than he saw
Death dawning on him, and the close of all.
That brought the stinted commerce of those days;
Thus earn’d a scanty living for himself:
Yet since he did but labour for himself,
Work without hope, there was not life in it
Whereby the man could live; and as the year
Roll’d itself round again to meet the day
When Enoch had return’d, a languor came
Upon him, gentle sickness, gradually
Weakening the man, till he could do no more,
But kept the house, his chair, and last his bed.
And Enoch bore his weakness cheerfully.
For sure no gladlier does the stranded wreck
See thro’ the gray skirts of a lifting squall
The boat that bears the hope of life approach
To save the life despair’d of, than he saw
Death dawning on him, and the close of all.
For thro’ that dawning gleam’d a kindlier hope
On Enoch thinking ‘after I am gone,
On Enoch thinking ‘after I am gone,
