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STATUE OF THE SPINNING GIRL. 239
Find such retreat as thine, 'mid lordly halls, And sparkling fountains, and umbrageous trees, And parks far stretching, where the antler'd deer Forget the hound and horn.
And we, who roam
'Mid all this grand enchantment, proud saloons, And galleries radiant with the gems of art And genius, ravish 'd from the grasp of time, And princely chapel, uttering praise to God, Or lose ourselves amid the wildering maze Of plants, and flowers, and blossoms, breathing forth Their eloquence to Him, delighted lay This slight memorial at thy snowy feet.
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