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As in old pictures tender cherubim
A child’s soul thro’ the sapphired canvas bear,
So, thro’ a real heaven, on they swim
With the sweet princess on her plumaged lair,
Speed giving to the winds her lustrous hair;
And so she journey’d, sleeping or awake,
Save when, for healthful exercise and air,
She chose to “promener à l’aile,” or take
A pigeon’s somerset, for sport or change’s sake.