And we'll send forth a hearty halloo,
As we gather them all to be in at the fall --
At the death of the wild Kangaroo!
As we gather them all
To be in at the fall --
At the death of the wild Kangaroo!

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* The Kangaroo.
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Clari



Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife
Is the Beauty you showed me this morning:
Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life,
And good-bye to the sneering and scorning.
Would you have me cast down in the dark of her frown,
Like others who bend at her shrine;
And would barter their souls for a statue-like face,
And a heart that can never be mine?
That can never be theirs nor mine.

Go after her, look at her, kneel at her feet,
And mimic the lover romantic;