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168 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Dawn of the liberty complete, When from its bonds the soul shall soar, And, in its Saylout's presence, meet Those, whom it loves--to part no more ! KINDRED FEELING. How softly sweet each stealing tone, Harp of the breeze, thou fling'st around, When he, to whom thou yield'st alone, Draws forth thy hidden stores of sound ! But far more sweet the answering chords, In breasts with kindred music tYaught, When that is breath'd to life, in words, Which dwelt, 'till then, in lonely thought: Some cherish'd feeling, unavow'd, Which never, yet, we dar'd reveal, Lest, haply, the insulting crowd Should mock at what it could not feel. ......... ?Google
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