And while these hopes and fears her heart divide,
A cheerful vision bade the fears subside.
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She saw descending to the world below
An ancient form, with solemn pace and slow.
"Daughter, no more be sad," (the phantom cried,)
"Success is seldom to the wise denied;
In idle wishes fools supinely stay—
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way:
Why art thou grieved? Be rather glad, that he,