Part 3 — Elizabeth.
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ELIZABETH, Thou comest a refreshing breath From meadows green, where morning stays, To those who bear the noon-tide blaze. Elizabeth, Thou couldst look in the eyes of Death, Undaunted, did he promise thee Some bright new scene of mirth or glee. I cannot think that time will gray That sun-bright head, nor bear away One dimple in those rose-cheeks hid; Sure he were daring if he did.