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OW deep within each human heart, A thousand treasured feelings lie; Things precious, delicate, apart, Too sensitive for human eye.

Our purest feelings, and our best, Yet shrinking from the common view; Rarely except in song exprest, And yet how tender, and how true!

They wake, and know their power, when eve Flings on the west its transient glow;