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SONNET XXV.

[Methought I heard a voice upon me call]

Methought I heard a voice upon me call,
As listless in desponding mood I lay,
Whiling the melancholy hour away,
'Mid fears that did my fondest hopes enthral.
'Twas not the trumpet voice of Fame I heard,
Nor Fortune's, nurse of impotence and care;
Nor yet the moanings deep of fell despair.
But O! it was the voice of one that stirred
In every leaf! Sweet, sweet the accents came,
And stole in pure affection to my heart,
Healing within wounds bleeding 'neath the smart
Of bitterest woe. Up sprang my gladden'd frame
Restored, as henceforth brighter days to see;—
Thy voice it was I heard, meek Piety.