_"For old sake's sake!" 'Twere hard to choose_ _Words fitter for an old-world Muse_ _Than these, that in their cadence bring_ _Faint fragrance of the posy-ring,_ _And charms that rustic lovers use._ _The long day lengthens, and we lose_ _The first pale flush, the morning hues,--_ _Ah! but the back-look, lingering,_ _For old sake's sake!_…
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