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(76) [Page 76] - I traversed Judah's barren sand
61. I TRAVERSED JUDAHS BARREN SAND.
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From thence to Italy's fair shore,
I bent my never ceasing way,
And to Loretto's temple bore
A mind devoted still to pray.
But there, too, superstitions hand
Had sicklied ev'ry feature oer
And made me soon regain the land,
Where beauty fills the western shore.
Where Hymen, with celestial pow'r.
Connubial transport doth adorn;
Where purest virtue sports the hour,
That ushers in each happy morn.
Ye daughters of old Albion's isle,
Where'er I go, where'er I stray,
O Charity's sweet children, smile.
To cheer a pilgrim on his way.

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