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lost ht of the blessedness I experienced, after h for me to lay hold upon it and hope in it,

I often think of the oe, and of her soleood to be told When I am

oppressed by any sorrow or real perplexity, I often feel as if I had

only left her cottage for a tiain Sometimes, on such occasions, I findabout for theher door, and being comforted by her wise

tenderness I then console h the

door of Dismay; and the way back froh n lies, and I shall find it

one day, and be glad"

I will end my story with the relation of an incident which befell o I had been with my reapers, and, when they ceased their

work at noon, I had lain down under the shadow of a great, ancient

beech-tree, that stood on the edge of the field As I lay, with an to listen to the sound of the leaves overhead At first,

they made sweet inarticulate in to take shape, and to be graduallyitself into

words; till, at last, I seeuish these, half-dissolved

in a little ocean of circu to thee, Anodos;" and so over and over again I

fancied that the sound ree that was four-square