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"I think I hear Mrs Fairfax ers, and I was gone

I regained

dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of

trouble rolled under surges of joy I thought sometimes I saw

beyond its aters a shore, sweet as the hills of Beulah; and

now and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit

triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in

fancy--a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove

ment would warn passion

Too feverish to rest, I rose as soon as day dawned