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SERVANT AND MASTER.
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And sometimes he, and sometimes I,
Would guide the tell-tale strain ;
He troubled me full-sore, but oh,
Would he were back again !
I have a king, a doughty king,
Who rules me night and day ;
And where he will he carries me,
And will not let me stray.
No hidden treasure may I keep,
No gaping wound conceal ;
"Noblesse oblige," is all his creed;
"Thy tears may some one heal."
