His piercing jokes (and he'd a plenteous store)
Were daily offer'd both to rich and poor;
His scorn, his love, in playful words he spoke;
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His pity, praise, and promise, were a joke:
But though so young and bless'd with spirits high,
He died as grave as any judge could die:
The strong attack subdued his lively powers,—
His was the grave, and Doctor Grandspear ours.
Then were there golden times the village round;