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Written near Richmond upon the Thames.
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.
T'be IDIOT BOY.
'Tis eight o'clock, - a clear March night,
-Why bustle thus about your door, What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Why are you in this mighty fret? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love, your idiot boy?