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Rh In memory of him, the only one.

And yet our Tusitala could have sung again the pretty story—

Alas, none other can!

TO AUSTIN DOBSON

TO L. R. S.

Romana! no mean city gave

Thee to the world, sired by as true a knight

As e'er the flying paynim's helmet clave,

Leading a hope forlorn in glorious fight!

And thou, dear, stately maid, no knight of old,

That eastward battles down the pleasant page

Of chivalry, ever in heart did hold

A queenlier image—face more brightly grave.

Be kind to her, ye seas, ye winds that blow,

On the long journey homeward, and one day,

Ocean and wild sea-winds! swift make return