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And wreaths of every blended hue That lights the summer flowers.

And, like the breathing of those flowers Made audible, a sound Came, lulling as a waterfall, From lutes and voices 'round.

I looked upon the altar,—there The pictured semblance lay Of him the temple's lord; it shone More beautiful than day.

It was a sleeping child, as fair As the first-born of spring; Like Indian gold waved the bright curls In many a sunny ring.