Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Her Dream.
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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Her Moral.
Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard mould.
Her Moral.
How widely its agencies vary,—