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24 I came not dreaming of unruffled life,

Untainted manners; born among the hills,

Bred also there, I wanted not a scale

To regulate my hopes; pleased with the good

I shrink not from the evil with disgust,

Or with immoderate pain. I look for Man,

The common creature of the brotherhood,

Differing but little from the Man elsewhere,

For selfishness and envy and revenge,

Ill neighbourhood—pity that this should be—

Flattery and double-dealing, strife and wrong.

Yet is it something gained, it is in truth

A mighty gain, that Labour here preserves

His rosy face, a servant only here

Of the fireside or of the open field,

A Freeman therefore sound and unimpaired: