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ON RECEIvinG A nUMBER OT THE rEPOSITORy.
Thou com'st to me, bright messenger,
With many garlands, wrought
Of all the fairest, purest things,
Of intellect and thought.
With many garlands, wrought
Of all the fairest, purest things,
Of intellect and thought.
Within thy modest pages,
Thou truly dost inclose
The lily's sweet humility,
With the beauty of the rose.
Thou truly dost inclose
The lily's sweet humility,
With the beauty of the rose.
Thy prose is high and holy;
To thy verse it doth belong,
In sweet and solemn cadence,
To bear the soul in song.
To thy verse it doth belong,
In sweet and solemn cadence,
To bear the soul in song.
