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Henceforth that guest is a bosom friend, Whose wish a blessing for her may send.

Her picture hung in that hall, where to-day Gather'd the guests in their festal array. ‘T was a fragile shape, and a fairy face, A cheek where the wild rose had sweet birthplace; But all too delicate was the red, Such rainbow hues are the soonest fled: The sweet mouth seem'd parted with fragrant air, A kiss and a smile were companions there: Never was wild fawn's eye more bright, Like the star that heralds the morning's light; Though that trembling pensiveness it wore Which bodes of a lustre too soon to be o'er. But to mark these signs long gazing took; Seem'd it at first but that your look