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Together, by thy fair young sister's side, We lay 'midst England's valleys!

Husband.Dost thou grieve, Agnes! that thou hast follow'd o'er the deep An exile's fortunes? If it thus can be, Then, after many a conflict cheerily met, My spirit sinks at last.

Agnes.Forgive, forgive! My Edmund, pardon me! Oh! grief is wild— Forget its words, quick spray-drops from a fount Of unknown bitterness! Thou art my home! Mine only and my blessed one! Where'er Thy warm heart beats in its true nobleness, There is my country! there my head shall rest, And throb no more. Oh! still, by thy strong love, Bear up the feeble reed! [Kneeling with the child in her arms. And thou, my God! Hear my soul's cry from this dread wilderness, Oh! hear, and pardon me! If I have made