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A SERENADE.

"Sas agapo sas agapo," He sang beneath her lattice. "'Sas agapo'?" she murmured—"O, I wonder, now, what that is!" Was she less fair that she did bear So light a load of knowledge? Are loving looks got out of books, Or kisses taught in college? Of woman's lore give me no more Than how to love,—in many A tongue men brawl: she speaks them all Who says "I love," in any.