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RAPTURE.
Fair sea, bright sunshine, bird of song divine,I, too, may lose the tide, the light, the lay;
Others may win the kisses that were mine,
My night may be their day,
Yet though the soul may sigh
For precious things gone by,
I shall have had my rapture, come what may.
(Attributed to) W. H. Stapleton.
November 28th, 1882.
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