“‘Oh that my mother were here! Great God! yon moon is shining on my mother’s grave!’
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CHAPTER IV.
Wilt thou take measure of such minds as those,
Or sound, with plummet-line, the Artist-Heart?
Mrs. Norton.
Its holy flame forever burneth,
From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth;
Too oft on Earth a troubled guest,
At times deceived, at times opprest,