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"’Our greeting paid , we ll feast on our retourn.<e And all shall hear what each may wish to learn/'Ascendiiiy slowlg by the rock-hewn way,

To where his watch-lower beetles o’er the hay,By' bushy brake , and wild flowers blossoming.And freshness breathing from each silver spring.Whose scattered streams from granite basinsburst,

Leap into life, and sparkling woo your thirst;From crag to dill they mount— Nearyondercavo,What lonely straggler looks along the wavq? i 3 oIn pensive posture leaning on the brand,

Not oft a lTsting-slafl’to that red hand?

" ’Tishe — tis Conrad — here — as wont — alone;" On—Juan ' on — amlmake our purpose know n." The bark he views — and tell him we wouldgreet" His car with tidings he must quickly meet:

" Wc dare not yet approach — thou kuow ’st hismood,

1< When strange or uninvited steps intrude. “VII.

Him Juan sought, and told of their intent —lie spake not — but a sign expressed assent. 140These Juan calls — they come — to their saluteHe bends him slightly, but his lips ore mute.

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