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 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
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And though the sun had gained his utmost height,Just as he oped its vivid folds at dawn,
Looked still that tenderest, frailest child of light,
By shepherds named “the glory of the morn.”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |