ROOKS.

O rooks

Your mystic circles in the golden air,

The instinct of a universal prayer.

Inverted wigwams in the swaying heights,

Long may fate spare your labour and delights,

Like you I see life's gusty hours defy,

Like you they build their hopes and homes on high.

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UNA.

UNA.

We

Of Una, virgin Una brave and sweet,

And bowed the tearful monsters to her feet.

Forecasting many a Una wise and mild,

Taming street Arabs petulant and wild,

Cheerly to these within their noxious dens

Grace through the gloom and mercy will dispense,

No guardian lion by her side doth move,

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