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harp swept the sea above; A far voice said thy name in love: Then silence on the harp was cast; The voice was chain'd—the love went last!

And as I heard the melodie, Sweet-voiced Fancy spake of thee: And as the silence o'er it came, Mine heart, in silence, sigh'd thy name.

I thought there was one only place, Where thou couldst lift thine orphan'd face; A little home for prayer and woe;— A stone above—a shroud below;—