 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
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IV.
Spirits who hovered o'er Euphrates' stream
When the first beauteous mother of our race
First oped her mild eyes to the new light-beam,
And in the lucid wave first saw her own fair face,
When the first beauteous mother of our race
First oped her mild eyes to the new light-beam,
And in the lucid wave first saw her own fair face,
Did then yon ocean in its bosom press
These western solitudes? or are they new
Only to men? Was this sweet wilderness,
This distant world, then visited by you?
These western solitudes? or are they new
Only to men? Was this sweet wilderness,
This distant world, then visited by you?
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |