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 He dreams of honor and wealth and fame,
 * He smiles, and well he may;

For to Vickery once a sick man came
 * Who did not go away.

The day before the day to be,
 * "Vickery," said the guest,

"You know as you live what's left of me—
 * And you shall know the rest.

"You know as you live that I have come
 * To what we call the end.

No doubt you have found me troublesome,
 * But you've also found a friend;

"For we shall give and you shall take
 * The gold that is in view;

The mountain there and I shall make
 * A golden man of you.