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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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