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158 Little man, least of all,

Among the legs of his guardians tall,

Walked about with puzzled look.

Him by the hand dear Nature took,

Dearest Nature, strong and kind,

Whispered, 'Darling, never mind!

To-morrow they will wear another face,

The founder thou; these are thy race!'