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THE FOREST SANCTUARY.


LXVI.

But ye in solemn joy, O faithful pair!
Stood gazing on your parted sister's dust;
I saw your features by the torch's glare,
And they were brightening with a heavenward trust!
I saw the doubt, the anguish, the dismay,
Melt from my Alvar's glorious mien away,
And peace was there—the calmness of the just!
And, bending down the slumberer's brow to kiss,

"Thy rest is won," he said;—"sweet sister! praise for this!"


LXVII.

I started as from sleep;—yes! he had spoken—
A breeze had troubled memory's hidden source!
At once the torpor of my soul was broken—
Thought, feeling, passion, woke in tenfold force.
—There are soft breathings in the southern wind,
That so your ce-chains, O ye streams! unbind,
And free the foaming swiftness of your course!
—I burst from those that held me back, and fell

Ev'n on his neck, and cried—"Friend, brother! fare thee well!"
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