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Rh Where late she rul'd her household, I should feel A sighing presence as the log burn'd low, And mark a gray shade bend a moment's space To blessif ghost may blessthe cradled babe, The mother left behind her, friend farewell, Seek a bride elsewhere, I am not for you!

Here is a pretty coil about a tree!

PEREGRINA'S SONG.

Far, very far, steer by my star, Leaving the loud world's 'wildering clamour, In the mid-sea waits you maybe The isle of glamour where Beauty reigns