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Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

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This song of mine
Is a Song of the Vine,
To be sung by the glowing embers
Of wayside inns,
When the rain begins
To darken the drear Novembers.

It is not a song
Of the Scuppernong,
From warm Carolinian valleys,

Nor the Isabel
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