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268  How kindly thou my yearning then didst still With gentle words, enthralling me to thee. In truth methought I read thy whispers mild Wherewith thou lovingly my soul didst fill, E'en to myself for aye ennobling me.

 NEMESIS.

 THE CHRISTMAS-BOX.

box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied; The fruits are they of holy Christmas-tide, But baked, indeed, for children's use designed. 