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POEMS OF ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.
That evening, while the arctic streamers bright
Rolled from the clouds in waves of airy light,
The lawyer said, 'I laid by for to night
A story that I would not tell before;
For the last time, a confidential four,
We meet. Receive in your elected ears
A tale of human suffering and tears.'
Rolled from the clouds in waves of airy light,
The lawyer said, 'I laid by for to night
A story that I would not tell before;
For the last time, a confidential four,
We meet. Receive in your elected ears
A tale of human suffering and tears.'
