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Is there a heart that music cannot melt?
And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine;
For Edwin fate a nobler doom had plann'd ;
And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare :
Meanwhile, whate'er of beautiful, or new,
At last, though long by penury control'd,
Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land,
and lo, The trees with foilage, cliffs with flowers are crown'd;
Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling go; And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'erflow*.
* Spring and Autumn are hardly known to the Laplanders. About the time the sun enters Cancer, their fields, which a week before were covered with snow, appear on a sudden full of grass and flowers. Scheffer's History of Lapland, p. 16.
Here pause, my Gothic lyre, a little while.
I only wish to please the gentle mind,