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To Heaven and to the peasant's hearth, A blessed household sound— And finding lowly love on earth, Enough, enough, he found!

Bright and more bright before me gleam'd   That sainted image still; Till one sweet moonlight memory seem'd   The regal fane to fill.

Oh! how my silent spirit turn'd   From those proud trophies nigh; How my full heart within me burn'd   Like Him to live and die!