Sweet Stream That Winds Through Yonder Glade, Apt Emblem Of A Virtuous Maid' Silent And Chaste She Steals Along, Far From The World'S Gay Busy Throng; With Gentle Yet Prevailing Force, Intent Upon Her Destined Course; Graceful And Useful All She Does, Blessing And Blest Where'Er She Goes. Pure-Bosom'D As That Watery Glass, And Heaven Reflected In Her Face.
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