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FAIR HELEN OF KIRCONNEL.
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Oh! the free streams looked bright, where'er
We in our gladness roved;
And the blue skies were very fair—
O friend! because we loved.
Farewell!—I bless thee—live thou on,
When this young heart is low!
Surely my blood thy life hath won—
Clasp me once more—I go!
