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Manufacturer: Stevens
Stevensgraph.
To My Sister
There is a soft and gentle form, which oft before my memory springs, recalling childhoods happy hours, with all their bright imaginings.
That still to me a guardian saint, call's back the thought that's prone to err,
Forbiding ought that e'er could cause, a sisters blush a sisters tear.
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