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And thus the gentle Grace seeemed come,Like dove, that wandered from its home
In heaven, the olive-leaf to bring,
And harbinger the human spring;
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And peace descend like April showers,
And hopes of bliss that gild youth's morn
Grow brightest in life's evening hours.
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