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“A fitter tale to scream than sing,”
The Book-man said. “Well, fancy, then,”
The Reader answered, “on the wing
The sea-birds shriek it, not for men,
But in the ear of wave and breeze!”
The Traveller mused: “Your Manisees
Is fairy-land: off Narragansett shore
Who ever saw the isle or heard its name before?
“'Tis some strange land of Flyaway,
Whose dreamy shore the ship beguiles,
St. Brandan's in its sea-mist gray,
Or sunset loom of Fortunate Isles!”
“No ghost, but solid turf and rock
Is the good island known as Block,”
The Reader said. “For beauty and for ease
I chose its Indian name, soft-flowing Manisees!

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“But let it pass; here is a bit
Of unrhymed story, with a hint
Of the old preaching mood in it,
The sort of sidelong moral squint
Our friend objects to, which has grown,
I fear, a habit of my own.
'Twas written when the Asian plague drew near,
And the land held its breath and paled with sudden fear.”