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LXVIII. 



The cheek where sadness sat before, 

 Behold ! what raptures mantle o'er, 



From your beneficence ; 

 And feel you not th' increase of joy. 

 That sorrow's self shall not destroy, 

 Nor retrospection e'er alloy, — 



A sacred recompense. 



LXIX. 



You look upon the sunbum'd cheek 

 Of him, who wander'd far to seek 



Mid Eastern seas and Isles, 

 And scorching suns, his merchandise, 

 Enrich'd by oriental skies. 

 With deeper, lovelier, brighter dyes. 



And give him more than smiles. 



