Chapter XVI
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From the lone steps at length she looks above:
Behold, the face is there that filled her dreams;
The youth adored, triumphant o’er her love,
There radiant shines amid descending beams;
His lustrous hair in the rich sunshine streams,
With golden lights inwove.
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The poems of Thomas Gordon HakeChapter XVI
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