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THE ORANGE FLOWER. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Light as the angel shapes that bless 
An infant’s dream, yet not the less 
Rich in all woman’s loveliness;— 
With eyes so pure, that from their ray 
Dark vice would turn abash’d away. 
Blinded like serpents, when they gaze 
Upon the emerald’s virgin blaze;— 
Yet fill’d with all youth’s sweet desires, 
Mingling the meek and vestal fires 
Of other worlds, with all the bliss. 
The fond, weak tenderness of this! 
A soul, too, more than half divine, 
Where through some shades of earthly feeling. 
Religion’s soften’d glories shine. 
Like light through summer foliage stealing. 
Shedding a glow of such mild hue, 
So warm and yet so shadowy, too, 
As makes the very darkness there 
More beautiful than light elsewhere. 
Moore’s “Lalla Rookh.” 
