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266 THE SKY-LARE.
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At leisure to behold his worth,
Tokens, and rings, and broken gold,
He plunged the sapling firm in earth,
And o'er and o'er his treasures told j
The letters spelt, the kindness traced,
And all affection's precious store,
Each with the favorite motto grac'd,
* Love me,, ah ! love me evermore/
While on this anxious task employ'd,
Tender remembrance all his care^
His ears are suddenly annoyed,
The boatswain's whistle cleaves the air;
'Tis duty calls, his fears are braced,
He rushes to the crowded shore,
Leaving the sapling in his haste,
That bids him love for evermore.
The magic branch thus unreclaimed,.
Far off at sea, no comfort near,
His thoughtless haste he loudly blamed,
With many a sigh and many a tear ;,
Yet why act this unmanly part!
The words the precious relic bore
Are they not marked upon my heart?
' Love me, ah! love me evermore/