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Felix Randal the farrier,
O he is dead then? my duty all ended,
Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and
hardy-handsome
Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it and
some
Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended?
Sickness broke him.
Impatient he cursed at first, but mended
Being anointed and all; though a heavenlier heart began
some
Months earlier, since I had our sweet reprieve and
ransom
Tendered to him. Ah well, God rest him all road ever he
offended!
This seeing the sick
endears them to us, us too it endears.
My tongue had taught thee comfort, touch had quenched
thy tears,
Thy tears that touched my heart, child, Felix, poor
Felix Randal;
How far from then forethought of, all thy more
boisterous years,
When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst
peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and
battering sandal! |
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