The enthusiast brooding in his cell apart

           O'er the sad image of the Crucified,---

           The drooping head, closed lips and piercéd side,---

        A holy vision fills his raptured heart;

           With...

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        "Give me the bracelets that your warriors wear,"

            The Roman traitress to the Sabine cried,

            "Give me the toys, and I will be your guide,

        And to your host the city's gates unbar."

        Then...

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        The honey-bee that wanders all day long,

            The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,

            To gather in his fragrant winter store,

        Humming in calm content his quiet song,

        Seeks not...

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        The mountain lake, o'ershadowed by the hills,

            May still gaze heavenward on the evening star,

        Whose distant light its dark recesses fills,

            Though boundless distance must divide them far;
...

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        As some dark stream within a cavern's breast,

            Flows murmuring, moaning for the distant sun,

        So ere I met thee, murmuring its unrest,

            Did my life's current coldly, darkly run.

        And as...

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