Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 36 1834/To the Same, Released

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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 36, Page 801


VI.

TO THE SAME, RELEASED.

How flows thy being now?—like some glad hymn,
One strain of solemn rapture?—doth thine eye
Wander through tears of voiceless feeling dim,
O'er the crown'd Alps, that, midst the upper sky,
Sleep in the sunlight of thine Italy?
Or is thy gaze of innocent love profound,
Unto those dear parental faces bound,
Which, with their silvery hair, so oft glanced by,
Haunting thy prison-dreams?—Where'er thou art,
Blessing be shed upon thine inmost heart,
Joy, from kind looks, blue skies, and flowery sod,
For that pure voice of thoughtful wisdom sent
Forth from thy cell, in sweetness eloquent
Of love to man, and quenchless trust in God!