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(Deem it not strange that they should roam so late
Fair reader, who hast never left thy home
After the few first flittings of the bat!
For, where the sun is lavish with his beams
As in these southern lands, this is the hour
When those who dread his fierce meridian heat,
Go forth, approved by custom, 'neath the rays
Of a more temperate planet; hence they stay'd.)
Fair reader, who hast never left thy home
After the few first flittings of the bat!
For, where the sun is lavish with his beams
As in these southern lands, this is the hour
When those who dread his fierce meridian heat,
Go forth, approved by custom, 'neath the rays
Of a more temperate planet; hence they stay'd.)
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