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And once as he was working near the cell
He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's,
Who sang a doleful song about green fields, ,
How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah,
To hunt for food, and be a naked man,
And wander up and down at liberty.
Leoni doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning entrance I described :
And the young man escaped.


'Tis a sweet tale.

And what became of him?


He went on ship-board, With those bold voyagers who made discovery Of golden lands. Leoni's younger brother Went likewise; and when he returned to Spain, He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth,

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Soon after they arrived in that new world,
In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat,
And, all alone, set sail by silent moonlight
Up a great river, great as any sea,
And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed
He lived and died among the savage men.

Τ Η Ε.




There is a Thorn-it looks so old,
In truth, you'd find it hard to say
How it could ever have been young-
It looks so old and gray.
Not higher than a two years' child
It stands erect, this aged Thorn ;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A wretched thing forlorn.
It stands erect, and like a stone
With lichens it is overgrown.

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