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 2l'LL hie me to the Elfiu Glade, 
 
 Where flows the Fishing Kiver, 
 Aud there beneath the Elm trees shade 
 
 The cares of life will sever. 
 
 The toil and din of city life, 
 
 ril banish for a season, 
 And once forget the wiles and strife 
 
 That warps the trader's reason. 
 
 The stories of my childhood days 
 Around my brain will hover, 
 
 While Ariel sprites through fancy's maize 
 Will backward bring my lover. 
 
 With joy I'll pace the sylvan dell, 
 
 Where the snake-like rootless climb, 
 
 And o'er again my love tales tell. 
 
 As back in my youth's young prime. 
 
 The fairy rings by rootlets formed. 
 Will chain my mind forever, 
 
 Aud e'en forget how fortune stormed 
 When she our loves did sever. 
 
 'Twas neath such stately Elms as these 
 My love's first hopes were spoken. 
 
 And backward now my memory flees, 
 E'en tho' her vows were broken. 
 

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 With rope-lUve stems and trellis'd strands 
 With weird fantastic twinings, 
 
 Beseems the work of fairy hands, 
 And elfin king's designings. 
 
 Oh, that the human heart was true 
 As are the Elm branch twinings, 
 
 The love of years would e'er be new, 
 Bereft of sorrow's pinings. 
 
 Though time hath clothed my wrinkled brow 
 With whitened locks dishevell'd, 
 
 1 feign would seek that valley now, 
 Wliere in my youth I re veil 'd. 
 
 That cannot be — but 1 will seek 
 
 Missouri's wond'rous stream, 
 Where one and all alike bespeak 
 
 The home of our life's young dream. 
 
 The ancient sire and aged dame. 
 
 Or earth's fair sons and daughters. 
 May life prolong and health reclaim 
 
 Through Regent's magic waters. 
 
 From out a shady winding dell 
 
 These won'drous Springs are welling, 
 
 No pen can write nor tongue can tell 
 How hearts with joy are swelling. 
 
 Disease in all its varied forms. 
 
 Presaging death and sorrow, 
 Must yield to Regent waters' charms 
 
 And joy and peace will follow. 
 
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 REGENT WATER.