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And the bright land was reach'd, the youthful world That glows along the West: the sails were furl'd In its clear sunshine, and the gentle bride Look'd on the home that promised hearts untried A bower of bliss to come.—Alas! We trace The map of our own paths, and long ere years With their dull steps the brilliant lines efface, On sweeps the storm, and blots them out with tears. That home was darken'd soon: the summer breeze Welcomed with death the wanderers from the seas, Death unto one, and anguish how forlorn! To her, that widow'd in her marriage-morn, Sat in her voiceless dwelling, whence with him, Her bosom's first belov'd, her friend and guide, Joy had gone forth, and left the green earth dim, As from the sun shut out on every side, By the close veil of misery!—Oh! but ill, When with rich hopes o’erfraught, the young high heart Bears its first blow! it knows not yet the part Which life will teach—to suffer and be still,