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TO THE WIZARD OF ALBION.
Hail, Dickens! if in yonder star-girt land,Thou canst but wander through its streets and vales,
And then before the breathless millions stand,
And tell thy merry and pathetic tales,
If thou canst still thy daily toil prolong,
Plead for the right, and battle with the wrong,
The happiness of Heaven will round thee spread,
For thou thy path Heaven-given still wilt tread.
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