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“I delight to talk of thee! blossom of fairness! Gracy, the most frolicsome of the young and lovely--who from the fairest of the province bore away the palm of excellence--happy is he who is near her, for morning nor evening grief, nor fatigue, cannot come near him; her mien is like the mildness of a beautiful dawn; and her tresses flow in twisted folds--she is the daughter of the branches.--Her neck has the whiteness of alabaster--the softness of the cygnet’s bosom is hers; and the glow of the summer’s sunbeam is on her countenance. Oh! blessed is he who shall obtain thee, fair daughter of the blossoms--maid of the spiry locks!”