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TO A GIRL OF FIFTEEN.
Gentle, blooming spirit,
Creature of delight!
Whence dost thou inherit
Loveliness so bright?
Creature of delight!
Whence dost thou inherit
Loveliness so bright?
Eyes as clear as morning,
Locks that mock the noon,
Cheeks like eve's adorning,
Forehead like the moon!
Locks that mock the noon,
Cheeks like eve's adorning,
Forehead like the moon!
Naïad of the fountain,
Mermaid of the sea,
Fairy of the mountain,
Scarce can match with thee.
Mermaid of the sea,
Fairy of the mountain,
Scarce can match with thee.
Not the snow-drop weeping,
Not the hare-bell blue,
Not the violet sleeping,
Are more pure than thou.
Not the hare-bell blue,
Not the violet sleeping,
Are more pure than thou.
Virtue's every treasure,
Love and truth divine,
Blessings without measure,
Charming maid, are thine.
Love and truth divine,
Blessings without measure,
Charming maid, are thine.
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All the world's before thee—
Dreams of thought and sense—
All bright things adore thee,
Shapes of innocence!
Dreams of thought and sense—
All bright things adore thee,
Shapes of innocence!
Fair thy path as Summer,
Or the azure way,
When the stars outnumber
All the blooms of May.
Or the azure way,
When the stars outnumber
All the blooms of May.
Thus, when storms are roaring,
And the Winter's near,
Thy spirit meekly soaring,
Shall reach its heavenly sphere!
And the Winter's near,
Thy spirit meekly soaring,
Shall reach its heavenly sphere!
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