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A POEM, 153
And (wlicn thou liest down in calm repose, ^
And into thy lone cave bright looks the moon)
The sold of Lorma, on a moon-beam come.
Then shalt thou on her lovely features look,
3ut, on her cljcek, still stands the pearly tear, 3i5
MND OF THE BATTLE OF L0R4^

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