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[Thro' what new world, this happy hour] |
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[Thro' what new world, this happy hour]
Thro' what new world, this happy hour,
What wild romance, what faery bower,
Are Nelly's fancies flown?
The dreamy eyes, the eager mind,
Of all imagined homes shall find
None sweeter than her own.
What wild romance, what faery bower,
Are Nelly's fancies flown?
The dreamy eyes, the eager mind,
Of all imagined homes shall find
None sweeter than her own.
The best is truest; that was best
When Nelly, heart and soul at rest,
Knelt at the vesper-prayer;
No poet's dream, methought, could shed
O'er that unconscious childly head
So high a light and fair.
When Nelly, heart and soul at rest,
Knelt at the vesper-prayer;
No poet's dream, methought, could shed
O'er that unconscious childly head
So high a light and fair.
For innocence is Eden still;
Round the pure heart, the loving will,
Heaven's hosts encamped abide;
A Presence that I may not name
Thro' souls unknowing guilt or shame
Walks in the eventide.
Round the pure heart, the loving will,
Heaven's hosts encamped abide;
A Presence that I may not name
Thro' souls unknowing guilt or shame
Walks in the eventide.
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