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 TO THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE HIM

HOW shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay, Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose; How shall I tell, unless I smell The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear. If I should ever travel! 13