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When to-morrow's eve shall fall

We shall say, as night descends,

Again shall say: Ah, yesterday

Scarcely were we friends at all—

Now we have been friends so long;

Our love has grown so deep, so strong.

A NIGHT SONG

(FOR THE GUITAR)

LEO

I

the roofs of the houses I hear the barking of Leo—

Leo the shaggy, the lustrous, the giant, the gentle Newfoundland.

Dark are his eyes as the night, and black is his hair as the midnight;