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TRYSTING TIME.
[Gregory.]
MARGARET, hear me !
Come once again.
Is all forgotten ?
Love drowned in pain ?
Did we not promise,
Back in the past,
That we would meet, love,
Once at the last ?
That, with Death's benison
Joining our hands,
One should be left at sea,
One on the sands.
