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Thus you charged him on departure: not without the final charge
“Mind to-morrow's early meeting! We must leave our journey marge
Ample for the wayside wonders: there's the stoppage at the inn
Three-parts up the mountain, where the hardships of the track begin;
There's the convent worth a visit; but, the triumph crowning all—
There's Salève's own platform facing glory which strikes greatness small,
—Blanc, supreme above his earth-brood, needles red and white and green,
Horns of silver, fangs of crystal set on edge in his demesne.
So, some three weeks since, we saw them: so, to-morrow we intend
You shall see them likewise; therefore Good Night till to-morrow, friend!”
Last, the nothings that extinguish embers of a vivid day:
“What might be the Marshal's next move, what Gambetta's counter-play?”
Till the landing on the staircase saw escape the latest spark:
“Sleep you well!” “Sleep but as well, you!”—lazy love quenched, all was dark.
“Mind to-morrow's early meeting! We must leave our journey marge
Ample for the wayside wonders: there's the stoppage at the inn
Three-parts up the mountain, where the hardships of the track begin;
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There's Salève's own platform facing glory which strikes greatness small,
—Blanc, supreme above his earth-brood, needles red and white and green,
Horns of silver, fangs of crystal set on edge in his demesne.
So, some three weeks since, we saw them: so, to-morrow we intend
You shall see them likewise; therefore Good Night till to-morrow, friend!”
Last, the nothings that extinguish embers of a vivid day:
“What might be the Marshal's next move, what Gambetta's counter-play?”
Till the landing on the staircase saw escape the latest spark:
“Sleep you well!” “Sleep but as well, you!”—lazy love quenched, all was dark.
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