Save thou, my love, my only,

I see!

Where art thou, O my fairest?

Where art thou gone?

Dove of the rock, I languish

Alone!

They say thou art so saintly,

Who dare love thee?

Yet bend thine eyelids holy

On me!

Though heaven alone possess thee,

Thou dwell'st above,

Yet heaven, didst thou but know it,

Is love.

There was such an intense earnestness in these sounds, that large tears gathered in the wide dark eyes, and fell one after another upon the sweet alyssum and maiden's-hair that grew in the crevices of the marble wall. She shivered and drew away from the parapet, and thought of stories she had heard the nuns tell of wandering spirits who sometimes in lonesome places pour forth such entrancing music as bewilders the brain of the unwary listener, and leads him to some fearful destruction.

"Agnes!" said the sharp voice of old Elsie, appearing at the door, "here! where are you?"

"Here, grandmamma."

"Who's that singing this time o' night?"

"I don't know, grandmamma."

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