And look on Spirits breathed away, As on a maiden in the day When first she wears her orange-flower! When
crown’d with blessing she doth rise
And
doubtful joys the father move,
Her
office there to rear, to teach,
And,
doubtless, unto thee is given
Ay
me, the difference I discern!
And
tell them all they would have told,
But
thou and I have shaken hands,
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