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IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO DESCRIBE HER EXCELLENCES.
The wonder, high and new, that, in our days, / Dawn'd on the world, yet would not there remain, / Which heaven but show'd to us to snatch again / Better to blazon its own starry ways; / That to far times I her should paint and praise / Love wills, who prompted first my passionate strain; / But now wit, leisure, pen, page, ink in vain / To the fond task a thousand times he sways.
My slow rhymes struggle not to life the while; / I feel it, and whoe'er to-day below, / Or speak or write of love will prove it so.
Who justly deems the truth beyond all style, / Here silent let him muse, and sighing say, / Blessed the eyes who saw her living day!
MACGREGOR.