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 Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live !

��LTI TWO VICTORIES

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 such a noble mien;

Among the shepherd grooms no mate

Hath he, a Child of strength and state!

Yet lacks not friends for simple glee,

Nor yet for higher sympathy.

To his side the fallow-deer

Came, and rested without fear;

The eagle, lord of land and sea,

Stooped down to pay him fealty;

And both the undying fish that swim

Through Bowscale-Tarn did wait on him;

The pair were servants of his eye

In their immortality;

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