BY MRS. HEMANs.
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That Power, whose dwelling is on high.
Its lofiest maryels doth reveal and speak
In the deep human heart more glorlousy
Than in the bursting thunder Thence the weak,
They that seem'd form'd, as Gower stems, but to


break
With the first wind, have risen to deeds, whose


name
Sill calls up thoughts that mantle to the cheek,
And ,h'lll the pulse Aye, strength no pangs could


tame
Hath look'd from woman's eye upon the sword and


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