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The simple shepherd's love is still
I yearn for that brisk spray—I yearn
I long to feel the steady gale
It is no fable—that old strain
Methinks I see the shining beach;
And there they float—the sailing craft
My tiller dwindles to a pen—
Tom Woodgate, fare thee well !
on THE PUBLICATION OF “THE GARDENS AND MENAGERIE OF THE zoologICAL sociFTY.”
“Give you good den.”—SHAKEspears.
So Mr. W., no Vigors—I beg pardon—
Yet, I believe that you were truly born