Chapter_43

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Oh! she was perfect past all parallel⁠—

Of any modern female saint’s comparison;

So far above the cunning powers of Hell,

Her Guardian Angel had given up his garrison;

Even her minutest motions went as well

As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison:

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,

Save thine “incomparable oil,” Macassar!