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Rh Fashioned out of purest White Stone, Waited, ready for Abeka. Stepping lightly in the centre, Scarcely had he touched a paddle, When he turned and saw beside him His dear Wabose, his long lost one, With her own canoe and paddle, White and shining like the other.

She restrained his strong emotion By her smiles and warning gestures. Shining from her lovely features Glowed a radiancy of beauty, Pure and gentle as the moonlight, Clear and sparkling as the starlight. By her loving smile he knew her, By her eyes that oft had spoken More than falt'ring tongue could tell him. Then she, pointing towards the Island, Signed to him to hasten thither. Imitating all his motions,