[Illustration: "'Are you preaching?' asked Athalie, raising her eyes from the Green God."] _To rhyme your name With something lovely, fresh and young, And sing the same In measures heretofore unsung, Is far beyond me, I'm afraid; I'll not attempt it, dearest maid._…
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