To The Rev. A. A. In The Country From His Friend In London.
(AFTER HEINE.) Thou little village curate, Come quick, and do not wait; We'll sit and talk together, So sweetly tete-a-tete. Oh do not fear the railway Because it seems so big-- Dost thou not daily trust thee Unto thy little gig. This house is full of painters, And half shut up and black; But rooms the very snuggest Lie hidden at the back. Come! come! come!
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