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Rh Blush on, blush en, thou ruddy rose;

Thy crimson face with beauty glows:

Pure symbol thou of a sinless breast,

Where truth and peace, like angels rest.

There is an old poetic land

Of purple vales and violet heights,

Where sculptors wrought and marble breathed

And thought took wildest, widest flights,—

A sea-girt land whose crystal airs