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164 POEMS.
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IV/T E ! Come ! My dazzled face ^'*- In such a shining place !
Me ! Hear ! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near !
The saints shall meet Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be That they remember me ;
My paradise, the fame
That they pronounce my name.
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