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THE REMEMBRANCE OF HER CHASES SADNESS FROM HIS HEART.
So brief the time, so fugitive the thought / Which Laura yields to me, though dead, again, / Small medicine give they to my giant pain; / Still, as I look on her, afflicts me nought.
Love, on the rack who holds me as he brought, / Fears when he sees her thus my soul retain, / Where still the seraph face and sweet voice reign, / Which first his tyranny and triumph wrought.
As rules a mistress in her home of right, / From my dark heavy heart her placid brow / Dispels each anxious thought and omen drear.
My soul, which bears but ill such dazzling light, / Says with a sigh: "O blessed day! when thou / Didst ope with those dear eyes thy passage here!"
MACGREGOR.