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The big teetotum twirls,
And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls;
But of the loss and gain The sum is always plain
Read on the mighty pall,

Lady and Queen and Mystery
And very Regent of the untroubled sky,
Whom in a dream St
Hilda did

Rudolph Reed was oaken.
His wife was oaken too.
And his two good girls and his good little man
Oakened as they grew.