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XXXVII.
Nature's great boon at length prevailed,The maiden sank to rest;
Kind sleep, with pitying finger,
Her throbbing eyelids pressed:
The phantoms of the night retired
As soon as rising day—
Smiling upon the sleeping girl
With soft and rosy ray—
Revealed the scene around her,
And slowly brought to view
Her chamber's simple ornaments,
Albeit they were few.
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