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XX.
No fresher brighter loveliness could bless
The eyes of Eve in Eden's primal hours,
When, fairest flower, she trod a world of flowers.
The eyes of Eve in Eden's primal hours,
When, fairest flower, she trod a world of flowers.
XXI.
Glad grew my heart; again all nature smiled,
And soothed, as by maternal fond endeavour,
The sadness of my spirit fled for ever.
And soothed, as by maternal fond endeavour,
The sadness of my spirit fled for ever.
XXII.
God! who thus vivifiedst this undefiled
And holy blossom which so pure and sweet
Untainted blushes in the noisome street,
And holy blossom which so pure and sweet
Untainted blushes in the noisome street,
XXIII.
Shed Thou some germ which in these hearts debased
May yield new life, regenerate and expand,
And grow to fulness to redeem their land!
May yield new life, regenerate and expand,
And grow to fulness to redeem their land!
XXIV.
Sprung from that fragile bud, on pinions vast
A mighty mission rose, a promise spoke,
And o'er dark clouds effulgent morning woke.
A mighty mission rose, a promise spoke,
And o'er dark clouds effulgent morning woke.
