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thy cheek when 'twas fresh as spring, Like a May rose newly blossoming; When thy lip was red as the coral flower,— Stainless and pure in the deep sea bower.

I saw thy brow when 'twas gay and fair— Sorrow had then thrown no shadow there; It was a sweet, a beautiful throne, That love himself had been proud to own.