“Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch’ entrate.”

THE GOLD-SEEKER.

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BY GRACE GREENWOOD.

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’Twas upon a southern desert, and beneath a burning sky,

That a pilgrim to the gold-clime sunk, o’erwearied, down to die!

He was young, and fair, and slender, but he bore a gallant heart —

Through the march so long and toilsome he had bravely held his part.