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THE water-lilies; 



OR, 



A voyager's dream of land. 



There's a spring in the woods by my sunny home, 

 Afar from the dark sea's tossing foam ; 

 Oh ! the fall of that fountain is sweet to hear, 

 As a song from the shore to the sailor's ear ! 

 And the sparkle which up to the sun it throws, 

 Through the feathery fern and the olive boughs, 

 And the gleam on its path as it steals away 

 Into deeper shades from the sultry day ; 

 And the large Water-Lilies that o'er its bed, 

 Their pearly leaves to the soft light spread ; 

 These haunt me ! I dream of that bright spring's flow, 

 I thirst for its rills like a wounded roe. 



MRS. HEMAXS. 



