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LUKE ix. 60
Where marshes venom-steeped the life-breeze taint / And fitful meteors lap the watery wild, / A moon sinks in the cloud-mire, dazed and faint, / Its pearly flush defiled, / Halo'd in sallow vapours like a saint / Through paths impure beguiled.