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he mellow’d reflex of a winter moon ;A clear stream flowing with a muddyone,Till in its onward current it absorbsWith swifter movement and inpurer light The vexed eddies of its way-ward brother :A leaning and upbearing parasite,Clothing the stem, which else hadfallen quiteWith cluster’d flower-bells and am-brosial orbsOf rich fruit-bunches leaning oneach other—Shadow forth thee :—the worldhath not another(Tho’ all her fairest forms are typesof thee,And thou of God in thy great charity)Of such a finish’d chasten’d purity.
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