roseneath.
The jealous fear, the fretting care,
Found no heart-aching echo there;
And feelings, that for years had clung
To the lone heart from whence they sprung,
Were hushed awhile in that noiseless hour
By the voiceless spell of nature's power.
Found no heart-aching echo there;
And feelings, that for years had clung
To the lone heart from whence they sprung,
Were hushed awhile in that noiseless hour
By the voiceless spell of nature's power.
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