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 Who treads the lonesome sand beach,

With wet, disordered hair,

With garments tangled with seaweed,

And cheeks more pale than fair?

O blue-eyed, white-browed maiden,

He will keep love's tryst no more;

His ship sailed safely into port—

But on the heavenward shore.

Santa Cruz., Cal., 1864.

A GOLDEN WEDDING.

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