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COUSIN ROBERT.
COUSIN ROBERT.
O COUSIN Robert, far away
Among the lands of gold,
How many years since we two met?—
You would not like it told.

O cousin Robert, buried deep
Amid your bags of gold—
I thought I saw you yesternight
Just as you were of old.

You own whole leagues—I half a rood
Behind my cottage door;
You have your lacs of gold rupees,
And I my children four;

Your tall barques dot the dangerous seas,
My "ship's come home"—to rest
Safe anchored from the storms of life
Upon one faithful breast.

And it would cause no start or sigh,
Nor thought of doubt or blame,
If I should teach our little son
His cousin Robert's name.—