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Rh It hovers, flutters, resting ne'er! But hush! it settles on the mead. I have it safe now, I declare! And when its form I closely view, 'Tis of a sad and dingy blue— Such, Joy-Dissector, is thy case, indeed!

 EXPLANATION OF AN ANTIQUE GEM. 