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A soul, by force of sorrows high,
Uplifted to the purest sky
Of undisturbed humanity!”
He ended,—or she heard no more:
He led her from the Yew-tree shade,
And at the Mansion’s silent door,
He kissed the consecrated Maid;
And down the Valley he pursued,
Alone, the armed Multitude.
END OF CANTO SECOND.
