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Show THE GHOSTS OF REVELERS. At purple ees beiide the (Train, Our love on bJi we had burned, AuJ lulxod our tribute w ith the dew. Car tears, when rosy dawn returned. Our voices we had Joined with sou Of bird ecstatic, Uitbl d ireo; Our Um;liier rollicked with the brook H i,i lining Uirou'h darkness merrily. At purple eves be&Jde the rim Of (roieu lake our Iomw we burned, Aud shd way when stiuuess i-ruiucd: lip the vast wood our bodua urued. Id starlit night aloug the ah ado Of our dusk lumt our spirits glide; We hear tin- eehi.iui; of the wiud, We breathe the shs i- liviuc sighed.' Hom Hawthorne Lallirop, |