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First Line: Here in solitude / my soul was nurst
Last Line: The voice of kindness bid me welcome home.
Subject(s): Joan Of Arc (1412-1431)

HERE in solitude
My soul was nurst, amid the loveliest scenes
Of unpolluted nature. Sweet it was,
As the white mists of morning roll'd away,
To see the mountains' wooded heights appear
Dark in the early dawn, and mark its slope,
Rich with the blossom'd furze, as the slant sun
On the golden ripeness pour'd a deepening light.
Pleasant, at noon, beside the vocal brook,
To lie me down and watch the floating clouds,
And shape to fancy's wild similitudes
Their ever-varying forms; and ho, most sweet!
To drive my flock at evening to the fold,
And hasten to our little hut, and hear
The voice of kindness bid me welcome home.

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