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DANGER IN THE DARK. 19<br />

heaved-<strong>the</strong>n, for <strong>the</strong> moment, how I was tempted<br />

to fly from my prison! But soon, recollection hurried<br />

me back to despair! The sad remembrance came,<br />

that my w<strong>in</strong>gs were clipped, and my p<strong>in</strong>ions shorn by<br />

<strong>the</strong> religion I am taught to revere ! Yet <strong>in</strong> va<strong>in</strong> I<br />

bid my soul be still; my heart poured forth m<strong>in</strong>gled<br />

sensations of anguish aud delight! so forcibly was I<br />

rem<strong>in</strong>ded of <strong>the</strong> time when, like <strong>the</strong>m, I w~s happy,<br />

unfettered and free I and with all my wishes freighted,<br />

metrily sailed on lifo's silvery wave."<br />

"Isadora, I fear <strong>the</strong>re was impiety <strong>in</strong> such thoughts."<br />

" If so, <strong>the</strong>n never can I hope to be o<strong>the</strong>r than impious!<br />

Irreligion, th<strong>in</strong>k you, <strong>in</strong> that wc cannot help I'<br />

"Our fa<strong>the</strong>r confessor, you know, repeatedly admonishes<br />

us to erase from <strong>the</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d every fond recollection<br />

of <strong>the</strong> world without."<br />

" Yes, it would be well if we could banish fron<br />

memory <strong>the</strong>se gilded scenes of pleasure, that are nr<br />

more to return. The purple sky of life's smil<strong>in</strong>g<br />

morn is now overcast by leaden clouds, on which<br />

<strong>the</strong> ra<strong>in</strong>bow's glow is never seen: let not, I pray you,<br />

my wicked, wander<strong>in</strong>g thoughts lead thy pure m<strong>in</strong>d<br />

astray."<br />

" 'Tis hard, I know 'tis-hard to prevent <strong>the</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d's<br />

return to scenes once enjoyed - objects once loved."<br />

"But why should we deceive ourselves? The objects<br />

from which we try to imag<strong>in</strong>e ourselves divorced,<br />

are yet loved, yet cherished, yet dear I 'I/< '*' .. • It<br />

may be unpardonable, Helen, and for aught I know,<br />

you may esteem me a vile heretic, but for my lifo, I

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