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No looks but those of tenderness were found To turn upon that helpless infant dear; And as her sense unfolded, never sound Of wrath or discord brake upon her ear. Her soul its native purity sincere Possess'd, by no example here defiled; From envious passions free, exempt from fear, Unknowing of all ill, amid the wild Beloving and beloved she grew, a happy child.

Yea, where that solitary bower was placed, Tho' all unlike to Paradise the scene, (A wide circumference of woodlands waste:) Something of what in Eden might have been Was shadowed there imperfectly, I ween, In this fair creature: safe from all offence, Expanding like a shelter'd plant serene, Evils that fret and stain being far from thence, Her heart in peace and joy retain'd its innocence.