O! HOW ROUGH IT ALL IS.
A dud of hate and morass, the electrified
AS I DEFINED A WET MORASS,
And authorized; Did it not so read?
AS SOFT ART THOU, BY THY DELIGHTFUL MOTHERS
O! HOW GREEN IT ALL IS.
To hesitatingly-silked son;
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