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Just as he reached his Fathers cot,
The once abode of rest;
His nature ev’ry care forgot,
He sank by grief opprest.
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And has his form extended lay,
The cross was fair to view;
The Magpie seiz’d it for his prey,
And to the Abbey flew.
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His worships clerk observ’d the theft,
And told him of his loss;
The dormant youth was now bereft
Of reason and his cross.
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Now swiftly to the spot he flew,
The Abbey enter’d soon;
His valu’d cross, now met his view,
With it, the fork and spoon.