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wandering forth among the hedges crowned with May 
—some momentary pleasure in the remembrance of 
what had been; and fondly hope that he who had 
crushed her heart, would return again, sorrowful and 
contrite, and heal the aching wound which he had 
made. Amid this sad hope she would send forth a 
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sigh over the landscape, as she gazed upon some 
thatched and tranquil cottage, which stood half buried 
amid the dreamy rustling of the trees, coveting so 
calm a retreat, centred amid the beauties of nature, 
and surrounded by sequestered paths which led to the 
homes of hundreds of flowers : for such sweet solitudes 
does Grief pine for. Such retiring places are sought 
after by wounded love, who looks for companionship 
among the mute flowers, and breathes her sorrows 
and her hopes into the listening blossoms, as if believ¬ 
ing that the ministering spirits which are sent down 
to comfort and cheer the broken-hearted, have taken 
up their abode amid these green and silent retreats; 
as if she there hoped to find that repose which has so 
long been broken, and to rest after her love had been 
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wrecked, on the very shore where she trusted to find 
such secure anchorage. Nor is the sweetness of Love 
found alone in the possession, no more than pleasure 
