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 And thy cheek a flush hath caught From the joy of kindled thought;— And the burning words of song From thy lips flow fast and strong, With a rushing stream's delight In the freedom of its might.

VI. Radiant daughter of the sun! Now thy living wreath is won. Crowned of Rome!—oh! art thou not Happy in that glorious lot?— Happier, happier far, than thou With the laurel on thy brow, She that makes the humblest hearth Lovely but to one on earth!