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 76 Thus he'd cry, "Love is love!" and the welkin they'd lift With their shouts of surprise at his wonderful gift He would say "After life, then a Glug must meet death!" And they'd clamour for more ere he took the next breath.

But Sym grew aweary of this sort of praise. And he longed to be back with his out-o'-door days. With his feet in the grass and his back to a tree Rhyming and tinkering, fameless and free. He said so one day to the Mayor of Quog, And declared he'd as lief live the life of a dog.

But the Mayor was vexed; for the Movement had grown. And his dreams had of late soared as high as a throne. "Have a care! What is written is written," said he. "And the dullest Glug knows what is written must be. 'Tis the prophet of Gosh who has prophesied it; And 'tis thus that 'tis written by him who so writ:

"'Lo, the Tinker of Gosh he shall make his three rhymes: One on the errors and aims of his times.