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Then having delivered this pair from night
And bovine bondage, the dreamer turned
A fascet, at which the electric light
That Franklin found for us, o'er him burned;
And delving in books more merry than deep,
Soon found himself in the cellars of sleep.
And something about the storm's fierce waves,
And train's roar, led him to dream that he
On rough shore-edges of liquid graves,
Was holding a
And bovine bondage, the dreamer turned
A fascet, at which the electric light
That Franklin found for us, o'er him burned;
And delving in books more merry than deep,
Soon found himself in the cellars of sleep.
And something about the storm's fierce waves,
And train's roar, led him to dream that he
On rough shore-edges of liquid graves,
Was holding a
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