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THE SEA-SERPENT. 
O, if the wand of the wizard could win me 
Hours and moments that long since are o’er, — 
My heart, answering true to the spirit within me, 
Would ask the past moments passed with thee 
of yore. 
ii. 
Still, when I meet thee, thy lovely face glowing 
With more than the grace that thy girlhood e’er 
knew, 
While, from thy lips melodiously flowing, 
I hear the loved song that I first heard from 
you; 
Then, revoking the wish I was just now express¬ 
ing. 
The wand of the wizard, how idle its powers, 
Compared with the joy I feel in confessing, 
That thy song and thy smile have restored the 
lost hours! 
“ I wonder who’t is in 21, who always sings 
such silly songs ? ” “ 1 don’t know ; but, faith, 
