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 NATURE'S BEAUTY. 171

The rose did fold itself, as though it caught From some high minaret, the cry, " To prayer ! " At which the Moslem kneels; and the blue eye Of the young violet, looked devoutly forth, As looks the shepherd from his cottage door, When the clear horn doth warn the Alpine cliffs, To praise the Lord. And then the queenly moon Came through heaven's portal. High her vestal train Did bear their brillant cressets in their hands, Trembling with pride and pleasure. Beauty lay, Like a broad mantle, on each slumbering dell, And to the domes that peered through woven shades, Gave Attic grace.

'Twere sweet to bear away And keep the precious picture in my heart Of these sweet woods and waters, summer-drest And angel-voiced, until I lay me down On the low pillow of my last repose.

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