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they do not possess in the eye of common observers : 

 — " His ocean must be more varied with islands, 

 more splendid with shipping and more agitated by 

 storms than as it exists in reality." 



To be continued. 



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Bending before the symbol of her creed, 



In holiness of heart, she kneeled to pray ; 



Devotion on her pale and lofty brow 



Sate like a tranquil glory. On her cheek 



A tear, that gushed unbidden from its cell, 



Lay like a star-lit dew drop on the rose. 



From her mild-beaming eye raised up to Heaven 



Flowed forth a speaking look — a silent prayer — 



More eloquent than words. Thus she, whose soul 



Was innocent as aught of life on earth, 



Sought pardon for her sin, I could have gazed, 



Untiring, on that loveliness ; till rapt 



With too much beauty — like the Egyptian seer 



Who found an idol in some radiant star — 



Love became Adoratimi. 



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Ere her strain 

 Of fervent supplication died away 

 One name was uttered, with a faltering tone; 

 As though her bosom trembled lest the Night, 

 With its still ear, might hear that cherished sound. 

 O, Passion's strength ! as yet *t was but a flame 

 Of mortal power : but then my heart confessed 

 A holier feeling that has lived through time 

 And darkening change — itself alone unchanged. 



Mentor. 

 Stoke. 



