But no! for ’mid a thousand, were I blind,
Methinks I’d know that bird, by instinct rare;
Yet fear not, heaven’s dark brow looks now more kind.
Repose—then flutter through the brightening air,
But when thou meet’st the sharers of my heart
Thy benefactor’s grief by mystic spell impart!
ERROR.
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BY MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY, AUTHOR OF “CONSTANCE LATIMER,” ETC.