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MORNING BATHS.



VALETUDINARIANISM

Doth my soul inspire;

Ye who rave of health and cleanness,

Hearken to my lyre.

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"Sweet it is to splash and spatter,

Standing in the tin;

Sweet to feel the fresh cool water

Trickling down your skin.

"Then to rub the shaggy towel

Briskly to and fro,

Till it leaves you panting, breathless,

In a fiery glow.

"What a sense of coolness, vigor,

All your languor gone!"

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