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40 FAREWELL.

 WELCOME AND DEPARTURE.

horse!—away, o'er hill and steep! Into the saddle blithe I sprung; The eve was cradling earth to sleep, And night upon the mountain hung. With robes of mist around him set. The oak like some huge giant stood, While with its hundred eyes of jet, Peered darkness from the tangled wood.

