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HER EVERY ACTION IS DIVINE.
As one who sees a thing incredible, / In mutual marvel Love and I combine, / Confessing, when she speaks or smiles divine, / None but herself can be her parallel.
Where the fine arches of that fair brow swell / So sparkle forth those twin true stars of mine, / Than whom no safer brighter beacons shine / His course to guide who'd wisely love and well.
What miracle is this, when, as a flower, / She sits on the rich grass, or to her breast, / Snow-white and soft, some fresh green shrub is press'd / And oh! how sweet, in some fair April hour, / To see her pass, alone, in pure thought there, / Weaving fresh garlands in her own bright hair.
MACGREGOR.