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A CHEMICO-METRICAL MADRIGAL.

I KNOW a maiden, charming and true,

With eyes like the beautiful cobalt blue

Of the borax bead, and I guess she 'll do,

If she gives no other reaction.

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Her hair is a crown: I can truthfully state

'T is a metre long, nor curly nor straight;

And it is as yellow as plumbic chromate

In a slightly acid solution.

And when she speaks from parlor or stump,

The words, which gracefully gambol and jump,

Sound sweet like the water in Bunsen's pump

In a precipitate ablution.

I have built me a house ten metres square,

And have bought a nice lot, about a hectare;

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