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Louisa May Alcott - Hither, Hither
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Hither, hither, from thy home,
        Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
        Born of roses, fed on dew,
        Charms and potions canst thou brew?
        Bring me here, with elfin speed,
        The fragrant philter which I need.
        Make it sweet and swift and strong,
        Spirit, answer now my song!


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        Hither I come,
        From my airy home,
        Afar in the silver moon.
        Take the magic spell,
        And use it well,
        Or its power will vanish soon!
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