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ON SEEING A YOUNG LADY AT HER DEVOTIONS.
That bosom ne'er throbbed with half fearful delight
When it thought on its home in the regions of light,
Or trembled and wept as with fancy's dear eye
It gazed on the beautiful gates of the sky,
And the angels which watch at their portals of light
All peaceful, all sacred, all pure, and all bright;
But I love that pale cheek as it bends in devotion,
Like a star sinking down on the breast of the ocean.
1825.
When it thought on its home in the regions of light,
Or trembled and wept as with fancy's dear eye
It gazed on the beautiful gates of the sky,
And the angels which watch at their portals of light
All peaceful, all sacred, all pure, and all bright;
But I love that pale cheek as it bends in devotion,
Like a star sinking down on the breast of the ocean.
1825.
