Then, as is customary here,
Let these thanks find expression clear,
Towards sailors' orphans, who have claim
On all who safely cross the main.

Then pass the broadest plate around,
Let great bright coins on it resound.
The claim ungrudgingly fulfil,
With generous heart and right good will.
Then, ere we part, let each one try
To sing "Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye,"
With hopes, some day, again to meet
And each the other kindly greet.

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ROBERVAL.

A LEGEND OF OLD FRANCE.


Never did rosy morning
Sweep o'er the skirts of night,
Calm nature's face adorning,
With more intense delight;