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A Song for a Parting.
I
Flora will pass from firth to forth;Duty must draw, and vows must bind.
Flora will sail half round the earth,
Yet will she leave some grace behind.
II
Waft her, on Faith, from friend to friend,Make her a saint in some far isle;
Yet will we keep, till memories end,
Something that once was Flora's smile.
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