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MOONLIGHT.
And deems the heart can be that home,
Deems that affection is that tie,
And gives its likeness to its hope—
The pure, the beautiful, the high.
Fair queen, this fable of thy love
Is but the doom Fate sets apart
For earth's imaginative child,
Who makes a temple of the heart!
 Painted by W. BoxallEngraved by C. Marr |
