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Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

—Till elevators drop us from our day ...

In the picture I have of you,

Whereof I am commander,

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,

Some page of figures to be filed away;

With my stomach wasting.

And many a holy text around she strews,

It stuck in a barb wire snare.