By blazing fire, the still suspense
Of self-complacent innocence.
The mutual nod,—the grave disguise
Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er;
And some unbidden tears that rise
For names once heard, and heard no more;
Tears brightened by the serenade
For infant in the cradle laid.
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Hail, ancient Manners! sure defence,