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BEHOLDING IN FANCY THE SHADE OF LAURA, HE TELLS HER THE LOSS THAT THE / WORLD SUSTAINED IN HER DEPARTURE.
Blest spirit, that with beams so sweetly clear / Those eyes didst bend on me, than stars more bright, / And sighs didst breathe, and words which could delight / Despair; and which in fancy still I hear; -- / I see thee now, radiant from thy pure sphere / O'er the soft grass, and violet's purple light, / Move, as an angel to my wondering sight; / More present than earth gave thee to appear.