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A FRAGMENT.
Wa-pe-sa-pe-na-con, I love
Along thy banks at eve to rove
In converse with the muse,
When calm the sun has gone to rest
And tinged the arches of the west
With rosy colored hues.
Along thy banks at eve to rove
In converse with the muse,
When calm the sun has gone to rest
And tinged the arches of the west
With rosy colored hues.
To hear thy waters chiming flow
As onward they meandering go
To join the parent stream;
To sit me down beside a tree
Whose tangled feet are laved in thee,
And o'er some vision dream.
As onward they meandering go
To join the parent stream;
To sit me down beside a tree
Whose tangled feet are laved in thee,
And o'er some vision dream.
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