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To the Publisher.

WERE I A KING, MY BLACKWOOD, I WOULD RAISEON HIGH A PARIAN STATUE TO THY FAME,RIGHT AT DUNEDIN'S CROSS. THERE MEN SHOULD GAZE,AND WITH THEIR JUST AND HONOURABLE PRAISESHOULD CONSECRATE THY MEMORABLE NAME.AND YET SUCH TOIL WERE VAIN. FOR IN THE PAGEOF THINE OWN MAGAZINE SHALL IT GO DOWNTO DISTANT GENERATIONS. MANY AN AGE,FAR IN THE WOMB OF TIME, THY BROWS SHALL CROWNWITH LEAVES OF DEATHLESS LAUREL. GAY AND SAGE,AND YOUNG AND OLD, AND MAID, AND MATRON HOAR,DO COUNT UPON THEIR FINGERS THROUGH THE LAND,AND WHEN THE TWENTIETH OF THE MOON'S AT HAND,ONE BREATHLESS HUSH EXPECTANT REIGNS FROM SHORE TO SHORE.James Hogg.
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