CHAMBER SCENE.
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She rose from her untroubled sleep,


And put away her soft brown hair,
And. in "a tone as low and deep


As loves FIST whisper, breathed prayer;
Her snow-whie hands together PresSd,


Her blue eyes shelter'd in the lid
The folded linen on her breast


Just swelling with the charms it hid;
And from her long and flowing dress


Escaped bare and slender foot,
Whose shape upon the earth did press
Like a new snowflake, white and mute;
And there, from slumber pure and warm,
Like young spirit fresh from heaven,
She how'd her slight and graceful form,


And humbly prayed to be forgiven
Oh God, if souls unsoil'd as these


Need daily mercy from thy throne
If she upon her bended knees


Our loveliest and our purest one
She, with face so clear and bright
We deem her some stray child of light


If she, with those soft eyes in tears,


Day after day in her first years,
Must kneel and pray for grace from thee
What far, far deeper need have we!


How hardly, if she win not heaven,


VIII OUR wild errors be forgiven.
