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THE GAME OF LOGIC By Lewis Carrol To my Child-friend. I charm in vain; for never again, All keenly as my glance I bend,    Will Memory, goddess coy,    Embody for my joy Departed days, nor let me gaze    On thee, my fairy friend! Yet could thy face, in mystic grace, A moment smile on me, 'twould send    Far-darting rays of light    From Heaven athwart the night, By which to read in very deed    Thy spirit, sweetest friend!