THE CHASTE TREE. 
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ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Oh what a pure and sacred thing 
Is beauty curtain’d from the sight 
Of the gross world, illumining 
One only mansion with her light. 
Unseen by man’s disturbing eye,— 
The flower that blooms beneath the sky 
Too deep for sunbeams doth not lie. 
Hid in more chaste obscurity! 
Hooke’s Lalla Rookh. 
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