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 She paus'd: meantime, As down the steep descent with many a step They urge their way, her eye with wistful gaze Views the departing scene; so his last glance High from the deck the wretched exile sends To all that life holds dear; the glist'ning tear, Soften'd her eye and all the Woman reign'd. Soon the delufion dies; in distance lost Fades every spot belov'd; the hillock's top, The oak wide-branching, and the rising smoke Slow o'er the copse that floated on the breeze Melt in the morning clouds. She dried the tear, Then thus: "Near Harfleur's wall, where rolls the Seine Full to the sea his congregated waves, Dwelt Albert once.—Seat of my earliest years! Still busy Fancy loves with fairy touch To paint its faded scenes: even now mine eye Darts thro' the past its retrospective glance, And calls to view each haunt of sportive youth, "Each