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Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Line 23.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Of what were man?—a world without a sun.
Line 37.
The world was sad!—the garden was a wild!
And man, the hermit, sighed—till woman smiled.
Line 45.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
Line 95.
There shall he love, when genial mom appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.