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XVIII.
APOTHEOSIS.
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Come slowly, Eden !
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars — enters,
And is lost in balms !
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