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The bride grows pale beneath her veil, / The matron, for the nonce, is dumb, / Who listens to the tragic tale / Of Mrs. Christopher Columb: / Who lived and died (so says report) / A widow of the herbal sort.
Her husband upon canvas wings / Would brave the Ocean, tempest-tost; / He had a cult for finding things / Which nobody had ever lost, / And Mrs. C. grew almost frantic / When he discovered the Atlantic.