[CHAPTER XL.]
An Episode in a Methodist Love-feast.
“While listening to the tale
Her spirits faltered and her cheeks turned pale;
While her clasped hands descended to her knee,
She, sinking, whispered forth, ‘O God! ’tis he!’
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The long-lost found, the mystery cleared,
What mingled transports on her face appeared!
The gazing veteran stood with hands upraised—
’Art thou indeed my son? then God be praised!’”