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Then dost thou come, a gentle comforter, Tenderly binding up the broken heart.— Celestial thy first dawning! it is like The Morn awakening the smiling Hours, Calling the flowers from their fragrant dreams, And breathing melody and perfume around. So does thy influence brighten on the soul, Waking it to a new enchanted world, Where every thought is gladness. Never yet Hath love dwelt in a lovelier temple than That youthful maiden's form: she had now reach'd Youth's fairest season, when the opening flower Is just between the green bud and full rose. There was a melancholy beauty in The deep blue of her eyes;—'twas sad, yet soft, Melting in tenderness 'neath the dark lash That curtain'd its mild splendor; ev'ry glance Bespoke a spirit wild and fanciful,—