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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.