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649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too— But for Holiday 'Tis more pitiful Endeavor Than did Loaded Sea O'er the Curls attempt to caper It had cast away— Never Bride had such Assembling— Never kinsmen kneeled To salute so fair a Forehead— Garland be indeed— Fitter Feet—of Her before us— Than whatever Brow Art of Snow—or Trick of Lily Possibly bestow Of Her Father—Whoso ask Her— He shall seek as high As the Palm—that serve the Desert— To obtain the Sky— Distance—be Her only Motion— If 'tis Nay—or Yes— Acquiescence—or Demurral— Whosoever guess— He—must pass the Crystal Angle That obscure Her face— He—must have achieved in person Equal Paradise—
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