THE TEMPLE OF FRIENDSHIP.
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And Cupid laughed in her eyes as he threw off the white disguise
And bent down to kiss her himself but cuff! cuff! on the ears of the elf
From the goddess who sought her robe.
And the river flowed on through the wood, and the temple of Friendship stood
Like a dream of snow-white stone. But the minstrel returned alone
From his pilgrimage.
