Chapter VI
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Too short and shining were those hours
I loved, enchanted, by thy side!
Hoarding the wealth of myrtle-flowers
That in thy dazzling bosom died.
Sweet Loiterer by Glenarra's tide,
Dost thou not sometimes breathe a prayer
For Him who never failed to glide
At eve to watch and worship there?
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 65, No. 403, May, 1849Chapter VI
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