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And then around the hearth they drew, And cheerfully the woodfire threw Its light around.—Bent o'er her wheel Scarcely dared to steal A look, half tenderness, half fear, Yet seem'd he as he loved to hear Her voice, as if it had a tone Breathing of days and feelings gone.

"Ah! surely," thought she, "Heaven has sent   My father here, as that it meant    Our years of absence ended now!" She gazed upon his soften'd brow; And the next moment, all revealing, at his feet is kneeling!—