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THE RIDDLE.
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Was ever breast of mortal birth
With such sweet riddle laden?
Was she a Spirit of the earth
Or a Celestial Maiden?
I know not now, I knew not then,
But oft with her conversing,
Now was I one that talked with men,
Now one with Heaven commercing.
I know not: this alone is sure,
That, ever seeing clearer,
I found the earthly grew more pure,
And the divine came nearer.
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