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SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS.

To her father white
Came the maiden bright,
But his loving look,
Like the holy book,
All her tender limbs with terror shook.


Ona! pale and weak,
To thy father speak?
Oh! the trembling fear.
Oh! the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!