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Beside you straggling fence that skirts the way, With bloosm‟d furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill‟d to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learn‟d to trace. The day‟s disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh‟d, with counterfeited glee. At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Convey‟d the dismal tidings when he frown‟d Yet he was king; or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar‟d how much he knew; Twas certain he could write, and cypher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And ev‟n the story ran that he could gauge. In arguing, too, the person own‟d his skill. For, even though vanquish‟d, he could argue still; While words of learned length and thund‟ring sound Amazed the gazing rustics rang‟d around. And still they gaz‟d and still the wonder grew „That one small head could carry all he knew. ​

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skill a secret substance