Legend of the Isle - Part 49

 And now, a full half hour he wrought in peace,
  With little to molest or make afraid;
 And soon he looked to see his labors cease,
  For deep and wide was the descent he made.
 Alternately he plied the bar and spade;
  Nor did he once a timely thought bestow
 Upon the ponderous transfer, without aid.
  Full oft in weighty matters is it so;—
A sequel often shows we've much to learn and know.
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