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[Gone to his rest]

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Gone to his rest
Bright little Bouby!
Build green his nest
Where sun and dew be,
Nor snails molest

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A cheerful sage,
Simple, light-hearted:
In ripe old age
He had departed
And ta'en his wage.

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Dear for himself;
Dear for another
Past price of pelf;
—(Ah, dearest Mother!)—
Song-singing elf.

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O daisies, grow
Lightly above him,
Strike root, and blow:
For some who love him
Would have it so.