Take back the bread, if there be no more;

The crucifix must not go!"

And she took courage, and kissed them both,

And smiled, though her eyes were wet;

Then looked again at the face beloved,

And said, "He will help us yet!"

They rose next day with the early dawn,

And their hearts were almost light!

The young need little to make them glad,

And the day was fair and bright.

And pleasant 't is to behold the sun,

Though his rosy-tinted ray

Could only shine on the moss-grown tiles

Of the roof across the way.

And the air was sweet in the narrow street

Where the swallows toss and glide;

For a perfume came on the morning breeze

From the hills on every side,—

A perfume faint from the woods afar,

From blossoming fields of corn;

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