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 "And you shall leave a friend behind
 * Who neither frets nor feels;

And you shall move among your kind
 * With hundreds at your heels.

"Now this that I have written here
 * Tells all that need be told;

So, Vickery, take the way that's clear,
 * And be a man of gold."

Vickery turned his eyes again
 * To the far mountain-side,

And wept a tear for worthy men
 * Defeated and defied.

Since then a crafty score of years
 * Have come, and they have gone;

But Vickery counts no lost arrears:
 * He lingers and lives on.