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Rh Remote colonial wilds detain

Her husband, loved though stern;

She, 'mid that smiling English scene,

Weeps for his wished return.

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A DAY DREAM.

a sunny brae, alone I lay

One summer afternoon;

It was the marriage-time of May

With her young lover, June.

From her mother's heart, seemed loath to part

That queen of bridal charms,

But her father smiled on the fairest child

He ever held in his arms.

The trees did wave their plumy crests,

The glad birds caroled clear;

And I, of all the wedding guests,

Was only sullen there!

There was not one, but wished to shun

My aspect void of cheer;

The very grey rocks, looking on,

Asked, "What do you do here?"