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Updated: June 11, 2025
Ye birds! whose liquid warblings far and near Make music to the green turf-board of swains; To me, your light lays tell of April joy, Of pleasures idle, as a long-loved toy; And while my heart in unison complains, Tears like of balm-tree flow in trickling wave, And white forms strew with flowers a maid's untimely grave! New Monthly Mag. "If I could see him, it were well with me!"
"Father," she said, at the close of her tale, "I have never known rest nor love. All my life I have been a lonely, neglected woman. Is there any balm-tree by your Well for such wounds as mine? any healing virtue in its waters that could comfort me?" "Have you never injured or neglected any, daughter?" asked the monk quietly. "Never!" she said, almost indignantly.
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