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Rh I forgot, as he forgot, All his woe and blindness ; No one heard how hard his lot, Save as bringing kindness. Now he only bowed his head O'er the crutch beside him, While with gentle mirth he said, " Crutch, the Judge, has tried him. " Crutch, the Judge, most learned stick, Sentenced that free lancer." "Sentenced whom?" I questioned, quick; " Mat, the fool," came answer. " Mat, who planned his life before, As a rush to glory, Now, contented, lame, and poor, Only dreams his story." " Tell me all the dream," I prayed, Creeping nearer, nearer ; For his face, in sorrow's shade, Shone with beauty clearer.