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Show IN LONDON TQWiN. It Is not hpre I brst enjo) Tho pleasure that can never cloy, (If idly roaming Ixindon town, Where uch familiar name look dowa Vixin the wanderer in the etreet. From Cheapsido, Cnrnkill aud the Fleet. ; Tho noisy, pushini;, bustling crowd, Tho din of trado and trallic loud, I'onfuite the too bewildered sense And drive a tlioumiud memories benoe. When In the quiet tuwnouce more, Where not a murmurof the roar Of bu.'.y trade or loinl dixplays I listurb I ho quiet of her ay', backward my soul will turn and then Will walk these lindon streets acains While w its and poets of years gone by. Who now in dun cathedral lie. Will meet uio where their memories make Tho place dearer for their sake; N nil with their shades perchance a tew 0,. 'ivini; forms shall mingle too. Ho. often when the daylight dies, fhall I at evmilnir close my eyes To walk ai;nin tlm fctrnud. the Fleet, Aud every di ar familiar trcct. And, uiuiisturlssl by din or roar, Kind every house and nisik once more. My l.iinilim, which I carry west, la peopled only by her best. Walter Learned in Century. |