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Thus slowly, one by one, Íts guaint events were hammered out—And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun. Alice! a childish story take, And with a gentle hand Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined In Memory’s mystic band, | Like pilerim’s witherd wreath of flowers Pluck’d in a far-off land.
