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Which malces such a marked improvement in the sun's uncertain beams. Then play on, O gentle fountain ! by harsh ci-itics undismay'd, For the sun in this dull climate needs some artificial aid. They are gone, my gentle visions of the days which have passed by. But they leave sweet dreams behind them which can never fade or die. Dreams which love to hover round us, heeding not time's flying feet. Dreams, half gentle, half regretful, semi-sorrowful and sweet. Fancies, O my friends, so tender, they would cloud your eyes and wet 'em, Could I mould them into rhythm, but I'm sorry I forget 'em. STRICT ECONOMY. A very long time ago (And memory oft will bring Some theme when the poet's ideas run low) Occurred the event I slug. Of course, in this year of grace, In a land, too, so very free. The occurrence could never have taken place, The which is a cause for glee. In a sad, unenlightened day, However, the wight did dwell, To whom (in a very respectful way) We'll henceforth refer as L. Now, sent by kind Fortune's hand, A scholarly person came. About the same time, to instruct the land, And Bill was that person's name. In lofty and classic lore