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White Lily. 
“ How chaste yon lily’s robe of white. "WM. PETERS. 
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Pure as an infant’s heart that sin ne’er touched, 
And guilt had ne’er polluted ; and she seemed 
Most like an angel that had missed its way 
On some kind mission Heaven had bade it go. 
Her eye beamed bright with beauty ; and innocence 
ts duleet notes breathed forth in every word, — 
Was seen in every motion that she made. 
Her form was f wultless, and her golden hair 
In long luxuriant tresses floated o’er 
Her shoulders, that as alabaster shone. 
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Her very look seemed to impart a sense 
Of matchless purity to all it met. > 
I saw her in the crowd; yet none were there 
That seemed so pure as she; and every eye 
That met her eye’s mild glance, shrank back 
abashed, 
It spake such innocence. 2 * 
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Joun 8. Apams. 

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