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“Good Heaven! Oh, once didst thou not shower“Thy blessings on my sway?
“Nor even fate herself might lour
“Upon Lord Almar's way.
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“With songs began the light;
“Flowery the path of the jocund day,
“And blest was the pillow of night;
“For thou, the sunbeam of my soul, wert there,
“My Arabel, to lighten and to cheer.
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