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Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee
Held in this isle unquestioned sway;
A dark, low, brawny man was he;
His law,—“It is my way.”
Beneath his thick-set brows a sharp light broke
From small gray eyes; his laugh a triumph spoke.
Held in this isle unquestioned sway;
A dark, low, brawny man was he;
His law,—“It is my way.”
Beneath his thick-set brows a sharp light broke
From small gray eyes; his laugh a triumph spoke.
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