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SECTION VI.
And Ariel led the maid, quick retracing their late course, blushing, with eyelids drooping, listening with face averted to the music of his passion, homeward to his mother; while the garlanded beast, now flying before their steps, now halting, showed mimic war, and caressed its mistress, from whose eyes it caught security and love.
THE ORPHAN’S HYMN.
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BY E. ANNA LEWIS.
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Here’s the tomb of my father—how mournful the thought!
That he went to the grave ere my infantile mind