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Down the veiny temples growing, O'er the sloping shoulders flowing, 64And the smoothly-pencil'd brow, Mild to him in every vow, And the fringed lid below, Thin as thinnest blossoms blow, 68And the hazely-lucid eye, Whence heart winning glances fly, And that cheek of health, o'erspred With soft-blended white and red, 72And the witching smiles which break Round those lips, which sweetly speak, And thy gentleness of mind, Gentle from a gentle kind, 76These endowments, heav'nly dow'r!Brought him in the promis'd hour, Shall for ever bind him to thee, Shall renew him still to woo thee. 80

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