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Rh When those dews are dry, And in day’s bright eye Looking full they lie Bright as rose and pearl, All returns of joy Pure of time’s alloy Bless the rose-red boy, Guard the rose-white girl. Friends, if I could take Half a note from Blake Or but one verse make Of the Conqueror’s mine, Better than my best Song above your nest I would sing: the quest Now seems too divine.