So long thy name shall bring,

And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string,

Yet shall it come again,

Blame not my simpleness --

I will, upon thine ear, cadence my strain --

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Proveth a truant thing,

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Evn so these words, true to my heart, shall waken!

Echoes of joy unto the grateful gales,

Mine is a wayw九-九-藏-書ard lay;

And thousand tender tales,

To freshen the fond hearts that round thee cling!

Are much more eloquent --

Toward the summer shores, where all is green --

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To tell the message of its love to thine!

From Oceans bed, will faithfully repeat

And, with wild melody,

Oh! while our bark is seen,

For then, eyes swimming oer,

Cadence my simplｒｅａd•９９cｓｗ.cｏｍe line,

So it had fain begone, and speak no more!

Unfashiond by the cunning hand of Art,

Hast thou not lookd upon

Think only of my love! -- my song is gone.

九*九*藏*書As ocean shells, when taken

Down lifes clear stream to move

Our little bark of kindly, social love,

The flowerets of the field in lowly dress?

Her ancient music sweet --

Whenso some names I love, send it away!