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But when the council broke, I rose and past
Thro' the wild woods that hung about the town; Found a still place, and pluck'd her likeness out; Laid it on flowers, and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy-tassell'd trees.
D. APPLETON & COMPANY
I, 3, AND 5 BOND STREET
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