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When all the beauties nature can control
Combine to soothe and edify the soul:
'Twas such a night, and lovely Lora stood
Upon the lakelet's marge in pensive mood.

The moon's soft beamings cast her shadow there,
And wandered mid the mazes of her hair.
The sparkling wavelets kissed her sandaled feet,
Then sought adown the beach a swift retreat;
And fairies, beckoning to their tiny clan,
Along the dew-besprinkled meadows ran,
Then stopped in admiration at the sight
Of her who was so beautiful and bright.

She gazed upon the lights in heaven's dome,
As tho' among their rays she sought a home
Where all was calm, ethereal, and pure,
Where naught but loftiest joys the soul allure.
She dreamed of love—of love like Vesta's flame,
Which burns for aye, and ever is the same;