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Sunday at Hampstead.
"Thank you! and I've been listening
To lots of the men, the knaves;
But none of them half such humbugs
As our devoted slaves."
"Do you see those purple flushes?
The sun will set in state:
Up all! we must cross to the heath, friends,
Before it gets too late.
"We will couch in the fern together,
And watch for the moon and the stars;
And the slim tree-tops will be lighted,
So the boys may light their cigars.
"And while the sunset glory
Burns down in crimson and gold,
Lazy shall tell us a story
Of his wonderful times of old."
V.
Ten thousand years, ("The age of Robert's hat!"—
