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 THE ANGEL OF THE WATERS.

flow'd Bethesda's mantling pool While forth from hall and bower, Throng'd the wan victims of disease To test its healing power, Yet still, in calm repose it lay, Though many a straining eye For its first, infant ripple watch'd,   With pain's impatient sigh.

'Tis troubled!—Man of science say, What moves its mystic tide?

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