Of easy life, nor leave it till thy death.”
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The following morn arose serene as glass,
And red Bennevis shone like molten brass;
While sunrise opened flowers with gentle force,
The guest and Ronald walked in long discourse.
“Words fail me,” Allan said, “to thank aright
Your father’s kindness shown me yesternight;
Yet scarce I’d wish my latest days to spend
A fireside fixture with the dearest friend: