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BEATRICE. Nay, be sure, if an angel fair,
 * A bright seraph undefiled,

Were to stoop from the trackless air,
 * Fain would she linger in glad amaze—
 * Lovingly linger to ponder and gaze,

With a sister's love and a sister's care,
 * On the happy, innocent child.

Dec. 4, 1862.

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