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1. A Legend of Frayne (continued)

   

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   And muse there on the grand sublime.
   Like days from angel eyes divine
   Then may we see the starries shine,
   And crested Luna's silver train
   Come trailing o'er the blue domain,
   And shimmer on some ancient dome
   That points the path away to home.
   And sweet it is just then to stray,
   When Zephyrs toss the hazel spray,
   And true love tell in tender tone
   To one whose heart is virtue's throne.
   When toil was done, by beauteous Frayne
   Thus musing wandered Con O'Shane,
   One evening when dropped crystal dew
   From skies of purple, gold and blue.
   Where lingering longer to delay
   Erewhile seemed the bright god of day,
   Till in resplendent glory drest
   He sank to clasp th' unfettered West,
   That land of thine for Freedom won,
   Eternal, peerless Washington III
   And strayed he by the sighing grove,
   Intent to meet his rural love,
   Right well the pathway did he know,
   Nor heard he she'd some other go.
   Soon bounding lightly o'er the lea,
   With tread like fawn, elastic, free,

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