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_My grandfather says he remembers he saw, when a youngster long ago,_ / _On a bright May day, a strange old man, with a beard as white as / snow,_ / _Stand on the hill outside our town like a monument of woe,_ / _And, striking his bare bald head the while, sob out the / reason -- so! _
If I last as long as Methuselah I shall never forgive myself: / But -- God forgive me, that I pray, unhappy Martin Relph, / As coward, coward I call him -- him, yes, him! Away from me! / Get you behind the man I am now, you man that I used to be!