DIS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS. 1. STOP, let me have the truth of that! Is that all true? I say, the day Ten years ago when both of us Met on a morning, friends-as thus We meet this evening, friends or what ?— 2. Did you because I took your arm And sillily smiled, "A mass of brass That sea looks, blazing underneath!" While up the cliff-road edged with heath, We took the turns nor came to harm |