Thus to sing was wont I

Sweet the dream of freedom -

With tenderness my breast it filled.

But thee I see, thee I hear -

And now? Weak become I.

With freedom lost forever

With all my heart I bondage prize.

NOT AT ALL.

I THOUGHT forgotten has the heart

Of suffering the easy art;

Not again can be, said I

Not again what once has been.

Of Love the sorrows gone were,

Now calm were my airy dreams....

But behold! again they tremble

Beauty's mighty power before!...

INSPIRING LOVE.

THE moment wondrous I remember

Thou before me didst appear

Like a flashing apparition,

Like a spirit of beauty pure.

'Mid sorrows of hopeless grief,

'Mid tumults of noiseful bustle,

Rang long to me thy tender voice,

Came dreams to me of thy lovely features.

Went by the years. The storm's rebellious rush

The former dreams had scattered

And I forgot thy tender voice,

I - forgot thy heavenly features.

In the desert, in prison's darkness,

Quietly my days were dragging;

No reverence, nor inspiration,

Nor tears, nor life, nor love.

But at last awakes my soul:

And again didst thou appear: