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THE CHATELAINE
Ah! the pretty flow of wit,
And the good hearts under it;
While the wheels of life go round
With a most melodious sound.
And the good hearts under it;
While the wheels of life go round
With a most melodious sound.
Not a vestige anywhere
Of our grim familiar, Care—
Roses! from the trees of yore
Blooming by the rivers four.
Of our grim familiar, Care—
Roses! from the trees of yore
Blooming by the rivers four.
Not a jar, and not a fret;
Ecstasy and longing met.
But why should I thus define—
Is not your chateau like mine?
Ecstasy and longing met.
But why should I thus define—
Is not your chateau like mine?
Scarcely were it strange to meet
In that magic realm so sweet,
So! I’ll take this dreamland train
Bound for my chateau in Spain.
In that magic realm so sweet,
So! I’ll take this dreamland train
Bound for my chateau in Spain.
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