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"O al cheer

My love doth feed upon!

A touch, a ray, that is not here,

A shadow that is gone:

"A dreaht be near,

An inly-echoed tone,

The thought that one may think me dear,

The place where one was known,

"The tremor of a banished fear,

An ill that was not done--

O al cheer

My love doth feed upon!"

So his head backward, and

showing his delicate throat as he sang, he looked like an incarnation

of the spring whose spirit filled the air--a bright creature, abundant

in uncertain proot to Lowick, and he went into

the curate's pew before any one else arrived there But he was still

left alone in it when the congregation had assembled The curate's peas opposite the rector's at the entrance of the sht not coroup of rural faces which ation from year

to year within the white-washed walls and dark old pews, hardly with

hs of a tree which breaks here and

there with age, but yet has young shoots Mr Rigg's frog-face was

so this shock to

the order of things, there were still the Waules and the rural stock of

the Powderells in their pews side by side; brother Samuel's cheek had

the saenerations of decent