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And Love, that leaves where'er he lights A burned or broken heart behind.".

the brothers were early risers, for Robert longed to wander through the old familiar scenes, and Francis had so many plans to carry into execution, that it was impossible to begin them too soon. Breakfast was hurried over, for the day was too bright for in-doors discourse; the elastic spirits born of the glad clear atmosphere required motion, and the look wandered after the sunshine. At first they walked rapidly; the glorious morning caused, as it were, its own neglect—they rather felt than saw the beauty around them; but the buoyant step, the breath drawn lightly, and the freshness of eye and colour, showed its influences were upon them.

It was now the first week in June, and a late spring had kept its beauty till all but merged