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A CONTEMPLATED VOYAGE.
Agross the blue Atlantic to a landWhere thought is free, and men may act and speak,
And roses blossom in a woman's cheek
Without the pruning of Convention's hand,
I am going—so good-bye my native strand,
Good-bye to you for many a month and week;
Before I see you let me scale the peak
Of Chimborazo, by Niagara stand,
Across the Rocky Mountains sit astride,
Make havoc of the Himmalaya chain,
And perhaps before I turn me home again
At a canter through Australian deserts ride,
Or tame into a steed some zebra pied
Caught traversing an Oriental plain.
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