… Natal, the glorious green country on the coast, lush, forested, watered, warm in the bitterest winter, in the summer freshened by breezes off the sea or the high mountains that bounded it inland.
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed / Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
Zlid, before the Prologue had done, I had lost my purse.
I bless thee that thy angel-presence still infolds me here! / Forgive me, ere thy spirit plumest for the heavenly sphere.
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