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38 The while We in the field here gave our cares and toils To make her great, and fight her a free way To the loftiest earthly good; lo! mother Nature Within the peaceful silent convent walls Has done her part, and out of her free grace Hath she bestowed on the beloved child The godlike; and now leads her thus adorned To meet her splendid fortune, and my hope.

Thou wouldest not have recogniz'd thy father, Would'st thou, my child? She counted scarce eight years, When last she saw your face.

O yes, yes, mother! At the first glance!—My father has not alter'd. The form, that stands before me, falsifies No feature of the image that hath liv'd So long within me!

The voice of my child! (then after a pause) I was indignant at my destiny That it denied me a man-child to be Heir of my name and of my prosperous fortune, And re-illume my soon extinguish'd being In a proud line of princes. I wrong'd my destiny. Here upon this head So lovely in its maiden bloom will I Let