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Down the veiny temples growing,
O'er the sloping shoulders flowing, 64
And the smoothly-pencil'd brow,
Mild to him in every vow,
And the fringed lid below,
Thin as thinnest blossoms blow, 68
And the hazely-lucid eye,
Whence heart winning glances fly,
And that cheek of health, o'erspred
With soft-blended white and red, 72
And the witching smiles which break
Round those lips, which sweetly speak,
And thy gentleness of mind,
Gentle from a gentle kind, 76
These endowments, heav'nly dow'r!
Brought him in the promis'd hour,
Shall for ever bind him to thee,
Shall renew him still to woo thee. 80

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