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He came from 'further out', / That land of heat and drought / And dust and gravel. / He got a touch of sun, / And rested at the run / Until his cure was done, / And he could travel.
When spring had decked the plain, / He flitted off again / As flit the swallows. / And from that western land, / When many months were spanned, / A letter came to hand, / Which read as follows: