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SONG. "In the gloaming Oh, my darling."   Oh! green-bosomed Isle, as the summer day's gloaming,     Lies dreamy and dun on the prairie's wild breast   There my worn, wayward heart o'er the wild waves is roaming     Far, far to the scenes that are dearest and best.   As by bluff and by woodland, by swamp and by meadow,     The gloom gathers round in its dim, mystic pall,   Then my fancies come forth, spirit-children of shadow,     Slow gliding from haunts where the