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132 A CONVERSATION.

talked with open heart, and tongue

Affectionate and true;

A pair of Friends, though I was young,

And Matthew seventy-two.

We lay beneath a spreading oak,

Beside a mossy seat;

And from the turf a fountain broke,

And gurgled at our feet.

"Now, Matthew! let us try to match

This water's pleasant tune

With some old Border-song, or Catch

That suits a summer's noon.