LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA.
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Here in a fairy glade:
Ebb and flow
To a music low,
Viol, and flute and lyre,
As melody mounts higher:
With a merry will,
They touch and thrill.
Beautiful limbs of fire!
Red berries, shells,
Over bosom-dells.
And girdles of light grass,
May never hide
The youthful pride
Of beauty, ere it pass:
Yet, ah! sweet boy and lass,
Refrain, retire!
Love is a fire!
Night will pass!
I came to pleasant places on my way!
Lawns of deep verdure by a silvern water;
Wind-waved savannahs flush'd with floral bloom,
