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Rh XXVI—"WHAT CAN LOVE DO FOR THEE, LOVE?"

XXVII—"THE SMILE OF HER I LOVE"

smile of her I love is like the dawn

Whose touch makes Memnon sing.

O, see where wide the golden sunlight flows—

The barren desert blossoms as the rose!