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His words were magic and his heart was true,
 * And everywhere he wandered he was blessed.

Out of all ancient men my childhood knew
 * I choose him and I mark him for the best.

Of all authoritative liars, too,
 * I crown him loveliest.

How fondly I remember the delight
 * That always glorified him in the spring;

The joyous courage and the benedight
 * Profusion of his faith in everything!

He was a good old man, and it was right
 * That he should have his fling.