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I said, when evil men are strong,
No life is good, no pleasure long,
A weak and cowardly untruth!
Our Clifford was a happy Youth,
And thankful through a weary time
That brought him up to manhood's prime.
Again, he wanders forth at will,
And tends a flock from hill to hill:
His garb is humble; ne'er was seen
Such garb with
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