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To.
To things the fairest in this world
Our Bards have likened thee, dear Maid, –
A bright Ship, all her sails unfurled,
And gliding on with motion staid,
Gliding through a sun-lit breeze5
Upon the wide plain of the ocean,
Erect, yet with a graceful ease;
While all around no visible motion
Breaks that wide surface calm and grey
As an untroubled sky at dawn of day.10
Thou hast been styled the lily flower,
That cherished Lily of the Nile.
Transplanted from its native bower
To expand before thy loving smile
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