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ALLEGRA.

I would more natures were like thine, That never casts a glance before,—Thou Hebe, who thy heart’s bright wine So lavishly to all dost pour,That we who drink forget to pine, And can but dream of bliss in store.
Thou canst not see a shade in life; With sunward instinct thou dost rise,And, leaving clouds below at strife, Gazest undazzled at the skies,With all their blazing splendours rife, A songful lark with eagle's eyes.
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