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THE BIRTH OF THE OPAL.
The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam, And followed her low and high;But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head, She was so shy—so shy.
The Sunbeam wooed with passion,— Oh, he was a lover bold,And his heart was afire with mad desire, For the Moonbeam pale and cold.
She fled like a dream before him, Her hair was a shining sheen,—And oh, that Fate would annihilate The space that lay between!
