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Glimpses of glory ne'er forgot,

That tell, like gleams on a sunset sea, What once hath been, what now is not,

But oh ! what again shall brightly be!'

SONG OF THE NUBIAN GIRL.

O ABYSSINIAN tree,

We pray, we pray to thee; By the glow of thy golden fruit And the violet hue of thy flower,

And the greeting mute

Of thy boughs' salute
To the stranger who seeks thy bower.

0 Abyssinian tree !

How the traveller blesses thee; When the light no moon allows, And the sunset hour is near,

And thou bend'st thy boughs

To kiss his brows,
Saying, 'Come, rest thee here.'

0 Abyssinian tree !
Thus bow thy head to me !

THE END.

LONDON:

SAVILL, EDWARDS AND CO., PRINTERS, CHANDOS STREET,

COVENT GARDEN.

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