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And snatches of its Elys 
Were mix’d with the dreams 
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the bosom of rest; 
A sweet t child ie ald of its delight, 
The ferllest and yet the favourite, 
Cradle# within the embrace of nigs. 
PART II. 
Ther: was a power in this sweet place, 
An Eve in this Eden; a ruling grace 
Which to the flowers, did they waken or dream 
Was as God is to the starry scheme: 
A lady, the wonder of her kind, 
Whose form was upborne by a a mind, 
Which, dilating, had moulded her mien and mox 
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