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The emaciate form, the hue of sickliness,The languid eye: youth's loveliest freshness nowMantled her cheek, whose every lineamentBespake the soul at rest, a holy calm,A deep and full tranquillity of bliss.
"Thou then art come, my first and dearest friend!"The well known voice of Madelon began,"Thou then art come! and was thy pilgrimageSo short on earth? and was it painful too,Painful and short as mine? but blessed theyWho from the crimes and miseries of the worldEarly escape!""Nay," Theodore replied,"She hath not yet fulfill'd her mortal work.Permitted visitant from earth she comesTo see the seat of rest, and oftentimesIn sorrow shall her soul remember this,And patient of the transitory woePartake the anticipated peace again."
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