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To Miss E. Clinedinst There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the Waters is Thy sweet voice to one: When as if its sound were causing The [Churned?[ ocean's [pausing?] The waves lie still and gleaming, And [the?] [lulled?] winds [illegible] dreaming, But Tis done - all words are [idle?] Words from me an [illegible] But the Thoughts we [illegible] [bridle?] Fore their way with out the [view? wise?] Fare the [illegible] [Tom?] from [Envy?] [nearer?] [lie?], [Searched] in heart, and love, and blighted More than this [source?] can die. October 17, 1861 Amicus