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THE SPECTRE DEGREE.

A MYSTERY.

And the nightingale is calling,

And the evening planets peep;

When the waves upon the shore

Change their dashing and their roar

To a distant murmur sweet;

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When the twilight shadows thicken, -

Then my footsteps I will quicken -

To thy side, my Marguerite.

REY.

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