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THE
LUTRIN.
CANTO VI.
HILE All Things thus to outward View Concur
To fan the Fire, and carry on the War;
True Piety who long had lain Conceal'd
And to the [1]Alps her exil'd Head reveal'd.
Deep in her Desart hears the Mournful Crys
Which from Lutetia's distant Walls arise.
- ↑ La Grande Chartreuse among the Alps.
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