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 And then advanced with stealth-like pace, Drew softly near her—and more near, Stopped once again ;—but, as no trace Was found of any thing to fear, Even to her feet the Creature came, And laid its head upon her knee, And looked into the Lady’s face, A look of pure benignity, And fond unclouded memory. It is, thought Emily, the same, The very Doe of other years! The pleading look the Lady viewed, And, by her gushing thoughts subdued, She melted into tears— A flood of tears, that flowed apace Upon the happy Creature's face.

Oh, moment ever blest! O Pair! Beloved of heaven, heaven’s choicest care!