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 THE EURSE AT FAREWELL

Playmate,’ if there was one whose singing, say,

Rejoiced you; or, on such and such a day,

One passed perchance, the flutter of whose dress

Troubled your mind with waves of happi- ness—

Your heart was pleased, your cyes were satisfied—

Oh, let that glimpse still beautiful abide !

Oh, when your leisure falls, remember this,

There, in your home of paradisal bliss !

How oft within this wood the circling rim

Of the horizon suddenly grew dim

With Ashar’s * blue, shagged tresses—the dense troop,

The new clouds of the cool, green Rains, would swoop,

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