His youthful person; where he knelt and pray'd.
Then too the comforts he enjoy'd at home,
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The days of joy; the joys themselves are come—
The hours of innocence—the timid look
Of his loved maid, when first her hand he took
And told his hope; her trembling joy appears,
Her forced reserve and his retreating fears.
All now is present;—'tis a moment's gleam
Of former sunshine—stay, delightful dream!