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Xix.

At times I long for gentler skies,
     And bathe in dreams of softer air,
But homesick tears would fill the eyes
     That saw the Cross without the Bear.
The pine must whisper to the palm,
     The north-wind break the tropic calm;
And with the dreamy languor of the Line,
     The North's keen virtue blend, and strength to beauty join.

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