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Yet still enwrapped close. When noontide brings 
Their worshipped deity to his wonted shrine 
O’er their hlue-bosonied lake, they fondly rise, 
To gxeet and welcome him with ev'ery charm 
That lavish Nature has endowed them with: 
And ne’er did forms more exquisitely fair, 
hi ore stately, chaste, or beautiful, emerge 
From earth to tell her praise. 
Oh ! well might they. 
The dusk, untutored Indians, bend before 
Such perfect loveliness in adoration; 
Well might they deem some god or spirit shrined 
Within so bright a temple! 
And shall we 
In fancy e’er create a meaner flower 
The sovereign of these sweet and beauteous ones ? 
No—seek the Lilies’ still, calm haunts, and see 
The waters sporting round their pearly cirps. 
And flingirrg sirnrry gleams uporr their snow. 
Like srrriles and hlnshes o’er a rnaiderr’s cheek. 
— If ye e’er gazed orr aught more beautiful. 
Oh! tell me what it was — for rreer have I. 
