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And in trustful innocence
She can murmur in her thought
One, who living shrank with dread,
Ah, the dead, the unforgot!
And the tenderest ones and weakest,
VOICES OF FREEDOM.
FROM 1833 TO 1848.
"Twas night. The tranquil moonlight smile
With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down Its beauty on the Indian isle
On broad green field and white-walled town;