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LOSS IN GAIN
The river 'mid his rushes
Is fairer than the sea,
And morning with her blushes
Than day in full degree.
Is fairer than the sea,
And morning with her blushes
Than day in full degree.
And Love, in dazzling splendour,
Alas! hath he not lost
Some thought, some thrill, more tender
That first the fancy crossed?
Alas! hath he not lost
Some thought, some thrill, more tender
That first the fancy crossed?
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