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 As from some blissful neighbourhood, A notice faintly understood, "I see the end, and know the good."

A little hint to solace woe, A hint, a whisper breathing low, "I may not speak of what I know."

Like an Æolian harp that wakes No certain air, but overtakes Far thought with music that it makes:

Such seem'd the whisper at my side: "What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?" I cried. "A hidden hope," the voice replied:

So heavenly-toned, that in that hour From out my sullen heart a power Broke, like the rainbow from the shower,