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Show FIDELITY. Edward H. Rice. We had lingered by the seaside, Far into the cooler days, And the votaries of fashion All hod flown their different ways. We were seated by the seashore, Pensive seated, hand lu hand, Gazing sadly on the ripples Breaking on the shining sand. Idle nothings first were whispered. Idle a the aimless sea, Till, with sapphire eyes uplifted, She at length replied to me : "Ah, too Hweet has been our friendship, Far too long we both hare tarried Ou the morrow I must leave yon, ,. For, my darlmg, I am married : " "Married," then, I cried, upstarting, "Married," murmured with a sligh,. "Then Is this, indeed a parting, For, my dearest, so am II" |