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RIMAS.

In darksome corner of the ball I find A dusky harp, which by its owner fair, Full often to oblivion is consign'd, And, thus neglected, mutely standeth there. In those dumb strings sleep tones of joy aad p«in— (As sleeps, 'tvvixt leaves, some bird with songless throat) — The snowy hand awaiting, which again Shall draw from ev'ry chord its sweetest note! " Thus genius divine and rare "—think I— " In depths of some lone soul oft dormant lies, * Like Lazarus of old, awaits the cry : Wake from thy torpor now, O sleeperrise!'" — From the Spanish of Gustave Becquer.

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Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2137, 20 March 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

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RIMAS. Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2137, 20 March 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

RIMAS. Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2137, 20 March 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)