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l’asltion'd by Nature in her gentlest mood, Almost for human brow too fair, too good; 'Twas a sweet face, a face of smiles, of tears. Of all that soothes and softens. wins, endears; Bearing the omen of its early fate :— The rose u it her lip was delicate, Her youth ul cheek was le, and all too plain Was seen the azure wan ering of the vein, That shone in the clear temple, as ifeare, “'asting to sickness, had been working there. lirinna, she wlto died like her own song. Passing away soon, yet remember’d long; Her heart and lip were music. albeit one Who marvell’d at what her sweet self had done; Who breathed for Lave, and pined to ﬁnd that Fame In answer to her lute’s soft summons came; See. the eye tlroolis in sadness, as to shun. That which it dared not gaze on, Glory’s sun.