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soul would fain enjoy, but cannot ; that the beggar 

 finds with the closing of his eyes, while all the 

 courting of a kingly crown 



" Can't woo her to his bed." 



Sleep, that near sister to the silent grave, soon 

 spread her mantle over us, and brought sweet 

 dreams. I am not so sure about the dreams I 

 had forgotten the supper ; but, at all events, we 

 slept, I am sure of that, or we shouldn't have woke 

 in the morning, which we assuredly did, woke to 

 the realizing sense that we were to take an early 

 start, and that, if we wished to take any thing else, 

 we must be up and about it. As it was, we were a 

 little late, and the tangles came out of that back 

 hair in a hurry : the idea of losing our breakfast 

 "oh! monstrous thought " made nimble fingers 

 active fly. 



Good-by to you, ye cloud-capped peaks ; good- 

 by to you, ye lesser hills, your tops new glistening 

 in the morning sun; good-by, foaming cataract 

 and purling streams ; good-by, sweet fields, that, 



" Beyond the swelling flood, 

 Stand decked in living green." 



Farewell ! but we shall meet again. Summer's 

 green shall change to autumn tints ; winter shall . 



