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XLIX.
JENNY LIND.
And do we hear thee sing? Or is't some visionWith melody celestial round us ringing?
Or some enchanting tones from realms elysian
That waiting zephyrs unto us are bringing,
And all around us like a spell are flinging,
Blinding our reason with a mystic thrall,
Until forgot are the swift moments winging,
And present bliss becomes the all and all?
The soul, inspired, from the dull earth upspringing,
Dwells in a newer, holier atmosphere,
Where tuneful censers are with music swinging
Their cloud of sweets to feed the ravished ear.
The dream is o'er,—the error is forgiven,—
In Jenny's notes are less of earth than heaven.
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