XXX

"Hath Heaven," the youth exclaimed, "a sweeter spot,

Or Earth another like it?--yet even here

The old mystery dwells! and though I read it not,

Here most I hope--it is, or seems so near;

So many hints come to me, but, alas!

I cannot grasp the shadows as they pass.

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