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TO A FRIEND WHO DELAYS TO WRITE.
Springtime goes,
Comes the rose,—
Ne'er a letter yet!
Comes the rose,—
Ne'er a letter yet!
Summer's reign
O'er again,—
Still he doth forget!
O'er again,—
Still he doth forget!
Autumn fast
Slideth past,—
Can he mean to let
Slideth past,—
Can he mean to let
Winter drear
End the year,—
End, and still forget?
End the year,—
End, and still forget?
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