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I.

LE mortals slept and stars lit up its bed,

Ere Phoebus smiled the infant's soul had fled.

Kissed by the god of day, a blue-eyed boy

Sprang from his couch, with eager love and joy.

White twinkling feet then ran across the floor

To Natalie, as many a morn before.

Death's mystery to him was yet untaught;

The lifeless babe no dread to his mind brought;

To mother's arms he bore the drooping form—

"Poor baby cold! make pretty sister warm."

The lustrums sped. A girl of lightsome heart

Was told, "He comes! with him thou must depart."

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