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ALWAYS REMEMBERED. 
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EVERLASTING. 
Gnaplialium. 
Language ALWxVYS REMEMBERED. 
Through the fragrant grove of olives, with a dark- 
eyed child of Spain, 
I have often whiled the hours, since I crossed the 
moaning main ; 
But the soul in those soft, brilliant ejes, the low, melodi- 
ous tone, 
Bade mournful thoughts of thee arise, my beautiful, my 
own! 
'Mid the vines of sunny France, love, I have twined 
the silken curl, 
And met the merry kisses of a light and laughing girl. 
And richly waved the glittering tress, and wildly woke 
her glee ! 
I pined the more for thy caress more fondly thought 
of thee ! 
A haughty, high-born English maid oft shares with me 
the dance ; 
Italia's daughter bends on me her full, impassioned 
glance ; 
Nor graceful mien, nor dimpled bloom, nor look of 
loving light, 
Can win this faithful soul from thee, my purest, and most 
bright ! 
Mns. Osgood. 
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