Jackson Delrosario

Thus often would he leave our peaceful home, And find elsewhere his business or delight; out of our valle's limit did he roam; full many a time, upon a stormy night, his voice came to us in neighbouring height: often could we see him driving full in view at mid-day when the sun is shinning bright; what ill was on him, what he had to do, a mighty bred among our quiet crew.

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