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From BlselSwood's Magazine for January. THE PENITENT'S RETURN.
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From hlaekwoOds Magazine for January.

 THE PENITENT"S RETURN: BY MRS. HEMANs. Can guiit or misery ever enter here? An no, the spirit of Domestic peace. Though calm and gentle the brooding dove. And ever murinnring forth quiet song, Guards. powerful as the sword of Cherubm

 The haow'd Porch. She hath a heavenly smile;

 That sinks intn the sullen soul of vice

 And wins him o'er to virtue. HTison

 ily iather's house once more. In its own moonlight beauty! Yet around, Something, amidst the dewy calm profound

 Broods, never mark'd beiorei

 Is it the breeding night2 Is it the ahivery creeping on the air, That makes the home tranquil and SO fair

 Overwhelming to my sightf

 All soemnized it seems, And std, and durken'd in each time-worn hue, Since the rich clustering roses met my view,

 As snow, by starry gleams.

 And this high elm, where last stood and linger'd-where my sisters made Our mothers bower-I deem'd not that it cast

 So far and dark shade

 How spirit like tone Signs through yon tree My fathers place was there At evening-hours, while soft winds waved his hair Now those grey locks are gone

 My soul grows faint with fearl Even as if angel steps had marked the sod.

 Is it indeed the night That makes my home so awful Painless hartedf 'Tis that from thine own bosom hath departed

 The in-born gaddening light!

 No outward thing is changed Only the joy of purity is fled, And long from Natures melodies estranged

 Thou hear'sttheir tones with dread.

 Therefore, the calm abode By Thy dark spirit is o'erhung with shade, And therefore, in the leaves, the voice of God

 Makes thy sick heart afraid

 The night flowers round that door, Still breathe pure fragrance on the untainted air; Thou, thou alone, art worthy no more

 To pass, and rest thee there

 And must turn awayl -Harli. hark-it is my mothers voice hear. Sadder than once it seem'd-yet soft and clear

 Doth she not seem to pray7'

 My name - caught the sound Oh! blessed tono of love--the deep, the mild Mother, my motherl Now receive thy child,

 Take back the Lost and Found!