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 "Sometimes a rock will meet a plough," Said Oliver; "but anyhow 'Tis here we are, 'tis here we live, With each to take and each to give: There's no room for a quarrel now.

"I leave you in all gentleness To science and a ripe success. Now God be with you, brother Oakes, With you and with your artichokes: You have the vision, more or less."

"By fate, that gives to me no choice, I have the vision and the voice: Dear Oliver, believe in me, And we shall see what we shall see; Henceforward let us both rejoice."