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 His eye could see the hidden spring, And how the current was to flow; The fatal end of Scotland’s King, And all that hopeless overthrow. But not in wars did he delight, This Clifford wished for worthier might; Nor in broad pomp, or courtly state; Him his own thoughts did elevate,— Most happy in the shy recess Of Barden’s humble quietness. And choice of studious friends had he Of Bolton’s dear fraternity; Who, standing on this old church tower, In many a calm propitious hour, Perused, with him, the starry sky ;— Or in their cells with him did pry For other lore,—through strong desire Searching the earth with chemic fire: