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 Now from his bed my boy can see The window gleaming cheerily; Now can he peer out of the gloom Silently into our lit room— But, ah! the glass is dim; stay, stay— I'll wipe the dew of tears away And make it smile       [Dries the pane.

[Softly as he watches her.]

When in this breast Will the wild waters sink to rest? To rest they must!

[To herself.]

How bright the glow It seems as though the sundering wall Had sunk; the low room grown a hall, The murky world of ice and snow Sudden become a shelter'd nest, Where cosily my child may rest.

What dost thou, Agnes?

[To herself.]

Peace, I pray!

[Nearer.]

Why didst thou ope the curtain?

Nay, I dreamt, and knew not what I did!