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Show BILAUTY. - . . I Beauty still walketh on the earth and air: Our present sunsets are as rich W in gold - As ere the Iliad's muslo was out- rolled, The roses of the spring are ever fair. Kong branches green still ring- doves coo and pair, And the deep sea still foams its music old; So If we are at -all divinely souled. ) This beauty will unloose our bonds of care. TIs pleasant when blue skies are o'er us bending Within old starry-gated Poesy, To meet a soul set to no worldly tune. - , Like thin, sweet- friend! Ah. dearer-this to me . Than are the dewy trees, the sua, the moon, Or noble musio with a golden end- ALEXANDER SMITH. |