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![]() Last year, Dear Friends, we met "At Home," And now "Abroad" we mean to roam: With all who choose to spare the time We'll wander to a neighbouring clime. Nor need you leave your own fireside, For with fa'ir Fancy for our guide. Our winged thoughts, in swallow-flight, Shall cross the Channel smooth and bright: And in despite of wind or weather, We'll make our little tour together.
Now on our Pictures you shall look:-To you we dedicate our Book.
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