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...yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Naught may endure but Mutability. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,...— who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream ; The champak odours fail Like sweet...

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