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vVe turned and looked, the old loves were not here, And the moon, as we gazed, seemed to beckon LIS on, So one by one we ascended with fear The dark tower stairs so lone. The wind was high in the tower that night, i3u.t OIU' taper remained in a maiden's fair hand, Yet who would be craven to turn in affright Or float the white nag o'er this band? A voice rang out mid the moonbeams above, Sweet Nettie stood in her snowy array, Her taper burned brightly, her symbol of love, Vle heard, in soft accents, her say: "The clock strikes the hour; by my candle's clear light O'er my shoulder he peers in the glass, Dark and so handsome-I'm pallid with fright- illj! Marquis of Carabas." One by one, all but crept down from the tower, With no taper to burn, collid lovers appear? Tho' Hallowe'en night and twelve was the hour- No sign to show they were near. We are not dead, and we are not wed! Courage, Seniors! the old arc best. The Hallowe'en moon may not always thus shed Her beams on a frlli/It's.\" quest.