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So Theodore replied; "and now O Maid!Is there amid this boundless universeOne whom thy soul would visit? is there placeTo memory dear, or visioned out by hope,Where thou would'st now be present? form the wish,And I am with thee, there."His closing speechYet sounded on her ear, and lo! they stoodSwift as the sudden thought that guided them,Within the little cottage that she loved."He sleeps! the good man sleeps!" enrapt she cried,As bending o'er her Uncle's lowly bedHer eye retraced his features. "See the beadsThat never morn nor night he fails to tell,Remembering me, his child, in every prayer.Oh! quiet be thy sleep, thou dear old man!Good Angels guard thy rest! and when thine hourIs come, as gently mayest thou wake to life,As when thro' yonder lattice the next sunShall bid thee to thy morning orisons!
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