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199 A passionate intuition; whence the Soul,

Though bound to Earth by ties of pity and love,

From all injurious servitude was free.

The Sun, before his place of rest were reached,

Had yet to travel far, but unto us,

To us who stood low in that hollow Dell

He had become invisible,—a pomp

Leaving behind of yellow radiance spread

Upon the mountain sides, in contrast bold

With ample shadows, seemingly no less

Than those resplendent lights his rich bequest,

A dispensation of his evening power.

—Adown the path which from the Glen had led

The funeral Train, the Shepherd and his Mate

Were seen descending;—forth in transport ran

Our little Page; the rustic Pair approach;

And in the Matron's aspect may be read

A plain assurance that the words which told

How that neglected Pensioner was sent,

Before his time, into a quiet grave,

Had done to her humanity no wrong.

But we are kindly welcomed; promptly served