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THE BLANK LEAF.

Fair page! the eye that looks on thee
Ere long shall slumber in the dust,
And wake no more, until it see
The resurrection of the just:
—May he, to whom that eye belongs,
Join their assembly and their songs!
Whose is that eye?—Just now 'tis mine,
But, reader! when thou look'st 'tis thine.
1825.