And thrills beneath the trembling ray.
G. G. F.
THE LAY OF THE WIND.
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BY LILIAS.
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I rove at my pleasure, all gayly and free,
O’er the wide spreading land and the loud roaring sea,
I’m at home ’mid the bright sunny bowers of the South,
And thrills beneath the trembling ray.
G. G. F.
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BY LILIAS.
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I rove at my pleasure, all gayly and free,
O’er the wide spreading land and the loud roaring sea,
I’m at home ’mid the bright sunny bowers of the South,