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FLORENCE MAC CARTHY'S FAREWELL TO HIS ENGLISH LOVE.
I
England's fair child, Evangeline!In that far-distant land of mine
There stands a Yew-tree among tombs!
For ages there that tree hath stood,
A black pall dash'd with drops of blood;
O'er all my world it breathes its glooms.
II
Evangeline! Evangeline!Because my Yew-tree is not thine,
Because thy Gods on mine wage war,
Farewell! Back fall the gates of brass;
The exile to his own must pass:
I seek the land of tombs once more.
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