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Drove his flocks to drink their fill;By the bucket which the thirst

And if her heart with love o'erflows,Let tenderness unite you there,

Suddenly a boy appear'd beside me,Saying "Friend, what meanest thou by gazingOn the vacant pall with such composure?Hast thou lost for evermore all pleasureBoth in painting cunningly, and forming?"On the child I gazed, and thought in secret:"Would the boy pretend to be a master?"