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Rh Thought was on the high white forehead, In the deep blue eyes, And it was the quick warm feeling Bade the blushes rise,

Lovely was the highborn maiden, Happy were the hours Gathering in the oak-tree's shelter Mosses and wild flowers; When the deer from each green coppice Fled, a startled band, Save when some familiar favourite Fed from her small hand.

Nobly doth she meet the trial, She who hath but known Till the present time of trouble Life's smooth path alone. Though her smile be somewhat sadder, And her eye subdued, Such are lovelier as the token Of a higher mood.

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