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ENOCH ARDEN.
And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness,
And his own children tall and beautiful,
And him, that other, reigning in his place,
Lord of his rights and of his children’s love,—
Then he, tho’ Miriam Lane had told him all,
Because things seen are mightier than things heard,
Stagger’d and shook, holding the branch, and fear’d
To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry,
Which in one moment, like the blast of doom,
Would shatter all the happiness of the hearth.
And his own children tall and beautiful,
And him, that other, reigning in his place,
Lord of his rights and of his children’s love,—
Then he, tho’ Miriam Lane had told him all,
Because things seen are mightier than things heard,
Stagger’d and shook, holding the branch, and fear’d
To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry,
Which in one moment, like the blast of doom,
Would shatter all the happiness of the hearth.
He therefore turning softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden-wall,
Lest he should swoon and tumble and be found,
Crept to the gate, and open’d it, and closed,
As lightly as a sick man’s chamber-door,
Behind him, and came out upon the waste.
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden-wall,
Lest he should swoon and tumble and be found,
Crept to the gate, and open’d it, and closed,
As lightly as a sick man’s chamber-door,
Behind him, and came out upon the waste.
And there he would have knelt, but that his knees
