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Oh, Brignall Banks Are Wild And Fair, And Greta Woods Are Green, And You May Gather Garlands There Would Grace A Summer's Queen.

A Christmas Gambol Oft Could Cheer The Poor Man's Heart Through Half The Year.

There Is A Vulgar Incredulity, Which In Historical Matters, As Well As In Those Of Religion, Finds It Easier To Doubt Than To Examine.

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Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet