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THE FOREST SANCTUARY.
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XXXII.

O'er the blue deep I fled, the chainless deep!
—Strange heart of man! that ev'n midst woe swells high,
When tliro' the foam he sees his proud bark sweep,
Flinging out joyous gleams to wave and sky!
Yes! it swells high, whate'er he leaves behind;
His spirit rises with the rising wind;
For, wedded to the far futurity,
On, on, it bears him ever, and the main

Seems rushing, like his hope, some happier shore to gain.


XXXIII.

Not thus is woman. Closely her still heart
Doth twine itself with ev'n each lifeless thing,
Which, long remember'd, seem'd to bear its part
In her calm joys. For ever would she cling,
A brooding dove, to that sole spot of earth
Where she hath loved, and given her children birth,
And heard their first sweet voices. There may Spring
Array no path, renew no flower, no leaf,

But hath its breath of home, its claim to farewell grief.

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