Chapter 52 TWO VICTORIES

I said, when evil men are strong,

No life is good, no pleasure long,

A weak and cowardly untruth!

Our Clifford was a happy Youth,

And thankful through a weary time

That brought him up to manhood's prime.

Again, he wanders forth at will,

And tends a flock from hill to hill:

His garb is humble; ne'er was seen

Such garb with