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The ride; I'll resume the same subject again,
Sometime when I feel I can better explain,
Or paint you the picture in colors so gay,
You'll fancy you, too, have been with us to-day;
I'll show you then where the vine festoons the wall,
The fairy-like arbors, o'er sweet-brier and all;
The beds of blue violets, and buttercups, too,
Where the morning sun wanders to drink up the dew;
Sometime when I feel I can better explain,
Or paint you the picture in colors so gay,
You'll fancy you, too, have been with us to-day;
I'll show you then where the vine festoons the wall,
The fairy-like arbors, o'er sweet-brier and all;
The beds of blue violets, and buttercups, too,
Where the morning sun wanders to drink up the dew;
And palaces shaded by elm-tree and pine,
Where gems from our forests and tropics combine
To lend their enchantment to eye and to heart,
The grand and the picturesque softened by art.
I must close. I will seal with the ring that you gave;
Its motto I. fear I may fail to engrave
On you—I ask pardon; it is useless to tell—
Beloved, I must leave you; farewell, O, farewell.
Where gems from our forests and tropics combine
To lend their enchantment to eye and to heart,
The grand and the picturesque softened by art.
I must close. I will seal with the ring that you gave;
Its motto I. fear I may fail to engrave
On you—I ask pardon; it is useless to tell—
Beloved, I must leave you; farewell, O, farewell.
