THE SPANISH MAIDEN.
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BY MRS. AGNES S. COLEMAN.
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A wanderer o’er the hills of Spain,
I stood one balmy summer’s night,
To see come down on hill and plain,
Streamlet and tower fair Luna’s light;
While traced on the bright waters deep
———
BY MRS. AGNES S. COLEMAN.
———
A wanderer o’er the hills of Spain,
I stood one balmy summer’s night,
To see come down on hill and plain,
Streamlet and tower fair Luna’s light;
While traced on the bright waters deep