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I SEE his grand creations rise 



In troops from depths abysmal, 

 And file along before my eyes, 



With faces gay to dismal — 

 Gay like the jolly, jovial Mark, 



Perennially cheerful ; 

 In every shade of character. 



To Gummidge, always tearful. 



Well to the front stalks Copperfield, 

 Whose future ope'd so dreary 



When boyhood's trials weighing down 

 Made him of life a-weary ; 



