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"The burden of the stranger's heart   Which here alone I bear, Like the night-shadow shall depart,    With my first wakening there.

"And borne on eagle-wings afar,   Free thought shall claim its dower, From every realm, from every star,    Of glory and of power."

O woman! with the soft sad eye, Of spiritual gleam, Tell me of those bright worlds on high, How doth thy fond heart dream?

By thy sweet mournful voice I know, On thy pale brow I see, That thou hast lov'd, in fear, and woe— Say what is Heaven to thee?