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 A soul, by force of sorrows high, Uplifted to the purest sky Of undisturbed humanity!”

He ended,—or she heard no more: He led her from the Yew-tree shade, And at the Mansion’s silent door, He kissed the consecrated Maid; And down the Valley he pursued, Alone, the armed Multitude.

END OF CANTO SECOND.