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“But where is Norman?”—Norman now
Perchance is happy in his vow!
A letter came; he wept,—although
His tears seem'd more through joy than woe.
Sylvander's hand he kindly shook
As he his hurried farewell took.
I know no more—but Fortune's smile
Attend him in his native Isle!
Perchance is happy in his vow!
A letter came; he wept,—although
His tears seem'd more through joy than woe.
Sylvander's hand he kindly shook
As he his hurried farewell took.
I know no more—but Fortune's smile
Attend him in his native Isle!
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