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Rh I who have seen much,

Such have I never seen.

The lawyer's deed

Ran sure,

In tail,

To them, and to their heirs

Who shall succeed,

Without fail,

Forevermore.

Here is the land,

Shaggy with wood,

With its old valley,

Mound, and flood.

But the heritors?

Fled like the flood's foam,—

The lawyer, and the laws,

And the kingdom,

Clean swept herefrom.