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With cheeks that had regain'd their power
And play of smiles,—and each bright eye,
Like violets after morning's shower,
The brighter for the tears gone by,

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Back to the scene such smiles should grace
These wandering nymphs their path retrace,
And reach the spot, with rapture new,
Just as the veils asunder flew,
And a fresh vision burst to view.