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366 When early to my chamber The cheerful sunbeams stole, I sat upon my pallet, In agony of soul.

Help! rescue me from death and misery! Oh, thou well-tried in grief, Grant to thy child relief, And view with mercy my deep agony!

 FROM FAUST—SECOND PART.

in spring the gentle rain Breathes into the flower new birth, When the green and happy plain Smiles upon the sons of earth, Haste to give what help we may, Little elves of wondrous might! Whether good or evil they, Pity for them feels the sprite.

the moist and balmly gale Round the verdant meadow sighs, Odours sweet in misty veil At the twilight-hour arise. Murmurings soft of calm repose Rock the heart to childlike rest, And the day's bright portals close On the eyes with toil oppressed. 