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’Tis flown—the Vision, and the sense
Of that beguiling influence !
“But oh! thou Angel from above,
Thou Spirit of maternal love,
That stood’st before my eyes, more clear
Than Ghosts are fabled to appear
Sent upon embassies of fear;
As thou thy presence hast to me
Vouchsafed—in radiant ministry
Descend on Francis :—through the air
Of this sad earth to him repair,
Speak to him with a voice, and say,
“That he must cast despair away!”
Then from within the embowered retreat
Where she had found a grateful seat
Perturbed she issues.—She will go;
Herself will follow to the war,
And clasp her Father's knees;—ah, no!
