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Rebell'd, but quickly clung again, Which broke and then renew'd its chain, Without the power to love, and be   Repaid by love's fidelity:— Without this contest of the mind, Though yet its early fetters bind, Which still pants to be unconfined, They had been happy.

'Twas when first My spirit from its childhood burst, That to our roof a maiden came, My mother's sister, and the same In form, in face, in smiles, in tears, In step, in voice, in all but years, Save that there was upon her brow A calm my mother's wanted now;