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But he spoke to re-assure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow While a reverie came o'er me, And to the church-yard bore me And I sighed to him before me, Thinking him dead D'Elormie,

“Oh, I am happy now w!"

And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now!

Would God I could awaken !

For I dream I know not how !

And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.

TO F

BELOVED ! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path(Drear path, alas ! where grows Not even one lonely rose)

My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms—but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.

SCENES

FROM “POLITIAN;"

AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA.

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