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Thus coarsely does the world translate all finer griefs that meet its

eye It is ht nothing either from the world's delicacy or its pity,

and never dreamed of its h the s of the toingedher what

sy sounds,

deep in their bosoirl ht And so the doves,

teaching her voice to accord with theirs, and thus finding a temporary

relief from the burden of her incommunicable sorrow, as if a little

portion of it, at least, had been told to these innocent friends, and

been understood and pitied

When she triazed at

the sacred ie, and, rude as was the workmanship, beheld, or fancied,

expressed with the quaint, powerful sio, a woaze If she knelt, if she prayed, if her oppressed heart besought the

sympathy of divine womanhood afar in bliss, but not reriefs, was Hilda to be

bla at an idolatrous shrine, but a

child lifting its tear-stained face to seek comfort from a mother