THE FBESH-WATEE SIEEN. 



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" My air-built bower come and see, 

 " Stranger, come and dwell with me." 

 An armour-clad Eover is sauntering near ; 

 At the Siren's sweet accents he pricks up his ear : 

 " Gramercy !" quoth he. " She bespeaketh me kind, 

 " And to pay her my devoirs I've almost a mind, 

 " If saint or if sinner would show me the road 

 " To this good-natured damsel's al-fresco abode." 



