"Maybe you are."* * *At home that night, Mom cleaned out

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Thou'rt free to do so! Gladly I'll attend; But be thine art a pleasant one!

This hour enjoyment more intense, Shall captivate each ravish'd sense, Than

thou could'st compass in the bound Of the whole year's unvarying round; And

what the dainty spirits sing, The lovely images they bring. Are no fantastic

sorcery. Rich odours shall regale your smell, On choicest sweets your palate

dwell, Your feelings thrill with ecstasy. No preparation do we need, Here we

Hence overshadowing gloom, Vanish from sight! O'er us thine azure dome,

Bend, beauteous light! Dark clouds that o'er us spread, Melt in thin air! Stars,


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