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 Notes could we hear as of a faery shell Attuned to words with sacred wisdom fraught; Free Fancy prized each specious miracle, And all its finer inspiration caught; ’Till, in the bosom of our rustic Cell, We by a lamentable change were taught That “bliss with mortal Man may not abide :”– How nearly joy and sorrow are allied!

For us the stream of fiction ceased to flow, For us the voice of melody was mute. –But, as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow And give the timid herbage leave to shoot, Heaven’s breathing influence failed not to bestow A timely promise of unlooked-for fruit, Fair fruit of pleasure and serene content From blossoms wild of fancies innocent.

It soothed us–it beguiled us–then, to hear Once more of troubles wrought by magic spell; And griefs whose aery motion comes not near The pangs that tempt the Spirit to rebel; Then, with mild Una in her sober chear, High over hill and low adown the dell Again we wandered, willing to partake All that she suffered for her dear Lord’s sake.