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The splendor of a Burmah, The meteor of birds, Departing like a pageant Of ballads and of bards.

I never thought that Jason sought For any golden fleece; But then I am a rural man, With thoughts that make for peace.

But if there were a Jason, Tradition suffer me Behold his lost emolument Upon the apple-tree.