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Sketch of a Painting of Santa Malvidera, escaped miraculously from Shipwreck.

knelt upon the rock; her graceful arms Were rais'd to heaven, in attitude of prayer: You might have gaz'd on those half-opened lips, And deem'd you listen'd to their silvery tones. Sweet tears were trembling in her fair blue eyes, Like drops that linger on the violet— The glistening relics of a summer shower: They were the tears of pious gratitude; And hope, like sunshine, brighten'd thro' their dew. She look'd all stainless purity; her glance