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 Rh {| align="center" THE GAZELLE. Far from friends and kindred wandering, in my sick and sad soul pondering, Of the changing chimes that float, from Old Time's ever swinging bell, While I lingered on the mountain, while I knelt me by the fountain, By the clear and crystal fountain, trickling through the quiet dell ; Suddenly I heard a whisper, but from whence I could not tell

From my grassy seat uprising, dimly in my soul surmising, Whence that voice so gently murmuring, like a faintly sounded knell. Nought I saw while gazing round me, while that voice so spell-like bound me, While that voice so spell-like bound me—searching in that tranquil dell, Like hushed hymn of holy hermit, heard from his dimly-lighted cell,

Then I stooped once more, and drinking, heard once more the silvery tinkling, Of that dim mysterious utterance, like some fairy, harp of shell— Struck by hand of woodland fairy, from her shadowy home and airy, In the purple clouds and airy, floating o'er that mystic dell, And from my sick soul its music seemed all evil to expel,


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