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Famine.
I had starv'd the one and was starving the other!
Both.
Famine.
Letters four do form his name.
He let me loose, and cried, Halloo!
To him alone the praise is due.
Fire.
Hedge and corn-fields all on flame,
I triumph'd o'er the setting Sun!
And all the while the work was done,
On as I strode with my huge strides,
I flung back my head and I held my sides,
It was so rare a piece of fun
To see the swelter'd cattle run
With uncouth gallop through the night,
Scared by the red and noisy light!
