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Oh! it is darkness to lose love, however / We little prized the fond heart -- fond no more! / The bird, dark-winged on earth, looks white in air! / Unrecognised are angels till they soar! / And few so rich they may not well beware / Of lightly losing the heart's golden ore! / WILLIS.
Eugene Trevor accordingly mounted his beautiful horse, all fierce and / fiery for the want of exercise, and rode fast to Silverton without / scarcely once slackening his steed's pace. Just as he approached the / mansion, he raised his eyes to a chamber window above. Strange to say, / he never drew near the house without being moved with a pang smiting at / his heart, fraught with more or less of regretful recollections; for he / could not but remember whose gentle eyes had so often watched for him / there.