“I met,” said Richard, when return’d to dine,
“In my excursion, with a friend of mine;
Friend! I mistake—but yet I knew him well,
Ours was the village where he came to dwell;
He was an orphan born to wealth, and then
Placed in the guardian-care of cautious men;
When our good parent, who was kindness all,
Fed and caress’d him when he chose to call;
And this he loved, for he was always one
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