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THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS.

There came a youth upon the earth, Some thousand years ago,Whose slender hands were nothing worth,Whether to plough, or reap, or sow.
He made a lyre, and drew therefrom Music so strange and rich,That all men loved to hear,—and someMuttered of fagots for a witch.
But King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine,Decreed his singing not too badTo hear between the cups of wine:
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