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Their notes of simple feeling.

They echoed o’er my native hills

When last I wandered near them,

And now mine ear with rapture thrills

In distant climes to hear them.

When hopes that could the heart entrance,

On airy wings have vanished;

When all the dreams of wild romance

From memory’s page are banished.

Such strains the heart awhile may soothe,

’Mid foreign wilds deserted,

Though all the joys that pleased our youth

Have one by one departed.

Sweet as the dream of former years,

When sleep the eyelids shrouded;

Sweet as the star that oft appears,

When all the rest are clouded.

Sweet as the warbler’s latest strain,

When storms the year have shaded;

Or ling’ring rose that decks the plain

When all the rest have faded.

“Excellent! Admirably sung!” exclaimed Peace. “I’m quite delighted with your voice and your manner of singing.”

“I must not stop any longer,” said the girl; “I expect I shall catch it as it is. Good-night to all!”

And with these words she tripped out of the room.

The landlord now entered.