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'Tis not the grey hawk's flight O'er mountain and mere; 'Tis not the fleet hound's course Tracking the deer; 'Tis not the light hoof print Of black steed or grey, Though sweltering it gallop A long summer's day; Which mete forth the Lordships I challenge as mine; Ha! ha! 'tis the good brand I clutch in my strong hand, That can their broad marches And numbers define. ! I kiss thee.