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 Ere she hath reached yon rustic Shed Hung with late-flowering woodbine spread Along the walls and overhead, The fragrance of the breathing flowers Revives a memory of those hours When here, in this remote Alcove, (While from the pendant woodbine came Like odours, sweet as if the same) A fondly anxious Mother strove To teach her salutary fears And mysteries above her years. —Yes, she is soothed:-an Image faint— And yet not faint-a presence bright Returns to her;—’tis that bless’d Saint Who with mild looks and language mild Instructed here her darling Child, While yet a prattler on the knee, To worship in simplicity The invisible God, and take for guide. The faith reformed and purified.