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Madrigal.
The wreath.

A wreath of fair flowers the maid
Had gathered all wild on the lea,
And wove in a fanciful braid,
She smiling presented to me.

'O yes,' whispered I in her ear,
'This chain I may venture to take;
But that of your beauty, I fear,
Will not be so easy to break.'


Spiritual Song

Hark, echo!—Hark; echo!
'Tis the sound
Of archangels, in happiness wrapt.