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DEAF, DUMB, AND BLIND GIRL.
When the chain'd tongue, forbid to pour
The broken melodies of time,
Shall to the highest numbers soar
Of everlasting praise sublime;
When those veiled orbs, which ne'er might trace
The features of their kindred clay,
Shall scan of Deity the face,
And glow with rapture's deathless ray.
THE END.
Clarke, Printers, Silver Street. Falcon Square, London
