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COULD HE BUT SEE THE HOUSE OF LAURA, HIS SIGHS MIGHT REACH HER MORE / QUICKLY.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone, / From which its present name we closely trace, / Were by disdainful nature rased, and thrown / Its back to Babel and to Rome its face; / Then had my sighs a better pathway known / To where their hope is yet in life and grace: / They now go singly, yet my voice all own; / And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
There too, as I perceive, such welcome sweet / They ever find, that none returns again, / But still delightedly with her remain.
My grief is from the eyes, each morn to meet -- / Not the fair scenes my soul so long'd to see -- / Toil for my weary limbs and tears for me.
MACGREGOR.