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 Or guilt, that humbly would express A penitential loneliness.

“Look, there she is, my Child! draw near; She fears not, wherefore should we fear? She means no harm;”—but still the Boy, To whom the words were softly said, Hung back, and smiled and blushed for joy, A shame-faced blush of glowing red! Again the Mother whispered low, “Now you have seen the famous Doe; From Rylstone she hath found her way Over the hills this sabbath-day; Her work, whate’er it be, is done, And she will depart when we are gone; Thus doth she keep, from year to year, Her sabbath morning, foul or fair.”

This whisper soft repeats what he Had known from early infancy.