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...children, come away down. Call no more. One last look at the white-wall'd town, 25 And the little grey church on the windy shore. Then come down. She will...Come away, come away. Children dear, was it yesterday 30 We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through...

...will come again. Call her once and come away. This way, this way. "Mother dear, we cannot stay." 2o .The wild white horses foam and fret. Margaret! Margaret...come away down. Call no more. One last look at the white-wall'd town, 2$ And the little grey church on the windy shore. Then come down. She will not come...

...way. " Mother dear, we cannot stay," d 20 The wild white horses foam and fret. Margaret I Margaret I Come, dear children, come away down. Call no more. One last look at the white-wall'd town, And the little grey church on the windy shore. Then come down. She will not come...

...come again ! Call her once, and come away ; This way, this way ! 20 "Mother dear, we cannot stay I The wild white horses foam and fret." Margaret ! Margaret...Come, dear children, come away down ; Call no more ! 25 One last look at the white- walled town, And the little gray church on the windy shore; Then come...

...will come again. Call her once, and come away, This way, this way. " Mother dear, we cannot stay ! The wild white horses foam and fret, Margaret ! Margaret ! " Come, dear children, come away down. ( 'all no more. One last look at the white-walled town, And the little gray church on the windy shore,...

...will come again. Call her once and come away. This way, this way. ''Mother dear, we cannot stay." .x> the trees! With some uncertain notice, as might seem...houseless woods, 20 Or of some hermit's cave, wher white-wail'd town, :¡ And the little grey church on the windy shore. Then come down. She will not...

...she will come again. Call her once and come away. This way, this way! "Mother dear, we cannot stay." "If Lucy should be dead!" She dwelt among the untrodden...shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could kn white-wall'd town, And the little grey church on the windy shore. Then come down. She will not come...

...she will come again ! Call her once and come away; This way, this way! "Mother dear, we cannot stay! The wild white horses foam and fret." Margaret ! Margaret...come away down; Call no more! One last look at the white-wall'd town, And the little grey church on the windy shore, Then come down ! She will not come...

...you can make it anything you like." " ' Come, dear children, come away down ; " ' Call no more. " ' She will not come though you call all day ; " ' Come away, come away ! ' " she quoted softly. "That is just like you, isn't it?" he commented. " You would be like that....