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    Rebell'd, but quickly clung again,
    Which broke and then renew'd its chain,
    Without the power to love, and be
    Repaid by love's fidelity:—
    Without this contest of the mind,
    Though yet its early fetters bind,
    Which still pants to be unconfined,
    They had been happy.

                                          'Twas when first
    My spirit from its childhood burst,
    That to our roof a maiden came,
    My mother's sister, and the same
    In form, in face, in smiles, in tears,
    In step, in voice, in all but years,
    Save that there was upon her brow
    A calm my mother's wanted now;