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No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas',
There is delight in singing, tho' none hear
Sunset and evening star,
Stella this day is thirty-four,
Purged, with the life they left, of all