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45. Across her shoulders was a hammock Alung, By night it was the maiden's bed, by day Her only garment. Round her as it hung, In short unequal folds of loose array, The open meshes, when she moves, display Herform. Shestood with fix’dand wonderingeyes, And trembling like a leaf upon the spray,
Even for excess of joy, with eager cries She call'd her mother forth to share that glad surprise.
Tears for that unexpected blessing sprung,
And look impatiently toward his way,
48. He comes at length, a happy man, to find His only dream of hope fulfilld at last. The sunshine of his all-believing mind There is no doubt or fear to overcast; No chilling forethought checks his bliss; the past Leaves no regret for him, and all to come Is change and wonder and delight. How fast
Hath busy fancy conjured up a sum Of joys unknown, whereof the expectance makes him
49. O happy day, the Messenger of Heaven Hath found them in their lonely dwelling place ! O happy day, to them it would be given To share in that Eternal Mother's grace, And one day see in heaven her glorious face Where Angels round her mercy-throne adore ! Now shall they mingle with the human race,
Sequester'd from their fellow-kind no more; O joy of joys supreme! O bliss for them in store !
50. Full of such hopes this night they lay them down, But not as they were wont, this night to rest. Their old tranquillity of heart is gone ; The
peace wherewith till now they have been blest Hath taken its departure. In the breast Fast following thoughts and busy fancies throng; Their sleep itself is feverish, and possest
With dreams that to the wakeful mind belong; To Mooma and the youth then first the night seem'd
dwell Henceforth in safety there, and rear her brood, And beasts and reptiles undisturb’d intrude ; Reckless of this, the simple tenants go, Emerging from their peaceful solitude,
To mingle with the world, but not to know Its crimes, nor to partake its cares, nor feel its woe.