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 ’Tis flown—the Vision, and the sense Of that beguiling influence ! “But oh! thou Angel from above, Thou Spirit of maternal love, That stood’st before my eyes, more clear Than Ghosts are fabled to appear Sent upon embassies of fear; As thou thy presence hast to me Vouchsafed—in radiant ministry Descend on Francis :—through the air Of this sad earth to him repair, Speak to him with a voice, and say, “That he must cast despair away!”

Then from within the embowered retreat Where she had found a grateful seat Perturbed she issues.—She will go; Herself will follow to the war, And clasp her Father's knees;—ah, no!