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And when, at dark, by dews opprest, 
Thou sink’st, the image of thy rest | 
Hath often eased my pensive breast 
. Of careful sadness. | | 
WORDSWORTH. | iH 
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WHI 
Ee LILIES. Hi 
Purity. i Hl 
Sie are Lilies fair, 
Wail The flower of virgin light ; 
E-4| Nature held us forth, and said, 
“Lo! my thoughts of white !” 
Ever since then, angels 
ARE, Hold us in their hands ; 
You may see them where they take 
| In pictures their sweet stands. 
Like the garden’s angels 
Also do we seem, 
And not the less for being crown’d 
at With a golden dream. 
ESPEARE 
Could you see around us i 
| The enamour’d air, Wi 
You would see it pale with bliss WIN] 
To hold a thing so fair. 
LEIGH HUNT. 

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