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Rh That hangs around, like dim futurity, Tho' the eye may not pierce it, yet it may Image ideal loveliness, and trace Bright shapes, which if the shadows were dispell'd, Might be but blanks; for never yet did life Present the path of pleasantness we dream'd; Tho' like the assurance the sweet moonlight gives Of the reflected sun, our hopes shine forth, And tell us all that fancy paints is true.

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She knelt before the altar, while around Swell'd deep, slow, solemn music. She was robed, As a young bride, in rich and rare attire: The brilliants flash'd, amid the auburn waves Of her luxuriant hair, and rosy wreathes Fell with the glossy curls upon her neck.