“It was so pleasant!” Henry said; “the beam
Of that sweet light so brilliant on the stream;
And chiefly yonder, where that old cascade
Has for an age its simple music made;
All so delightful, soothing, and serene!
Do you not feel it? not enjoy the scene?
Something it has that words will not express, }
But rather hide, and make th’ enjoyment less: 300}
’Tis what our souls conceive, ’tis what our hearts confess.” }
Poor Fanny’s heart at these same words confess’d