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A ROVER’S SONG.

Snowdrift of the mountains,Spindrift of the sea,We who down the borderRove from gloom to glee,—
Snowdrift of the mountains,Spindrift of the sea,There be no such gypsiesOver earth as we.
Snowdrift of the mountains,Spindrift of the sea,Let us part the treasureOf the world in three.
Snowdrift of the mountains,Spindrift of the sea,You shall keep your kingdoms;Joscelyn for me!

DOWN THE SONGO.

I.FLOATING!Floating—and all the stillness waitsAnd listens at the ivory gates,Full of a dim uncertain presageOf some strange, undelivered message.There is no sound save from the bushThe alto of the shy wood-thrush,And ever and anon the dipOf a lazy oar.

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