THE DREAM.
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T dream,, that buried in my fellow clay,

 Close by beggar's side lay;

 And as 90 mean an object shockd my pride, Thus like corpse of fcOnseqNenceJ crieds "scoundrel, be gone, and hencefOrth touch me not More manners learn, and at a distance rot" "How, scoundrel 2' with haughtier tone cried he' Proud lump of earth, scorR thy words and thee; Here all are equaI---now thy case is mine This is my rot,ng place, and that is thine."