As Tho' Again, Yea, Even Once Again, We Should Rewelcome To Our Stewardship The Rider With The Loose-Flung Bridle-Rein And Chance-Plucked Twig For Whip, The Down-Turned Hat-Brim, And The Eyes Beneath Alert, Devouring, And The Imperious Hand Ordaining Matters Swiftly To Bequeath Perfect The Work He Planned.
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