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 164 POEMS.

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IV/T E ! Come ! My dazzled face ^'*- In such a shining place !

Me ! Hear ! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near !

The saints shall meet Our bashful feet.

My holiday shall be That they remember me ;

My paradise, the fame

That they pronounce my name.

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