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 Oh, ye happy men with two legs, when the luscious bowl ye share, Since I cannot get me new legs, think I am in spirit there! And if any High art lover, to his Mistress crown the brim, Let my aspirations hover round and hallow it for him. [I caught this last idea from a party named Tom Moore, Who is sometimes rather freer than the parsons can endure.]