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Not loud she wept--but hope could hear; Sweet hope, who in his lifelong race Made terms, to win the goal from fear, That each alternate step should trace A smile and tear.

But Adam, lost in wide amaze, Regarded her with troubled glances, Misdoubting 'neath her steady gaze, Himself to be in strange romances, And dreamy haze:

Then questioning in hurried voice, And scarcely waiting her replies, He spoke, and showed the true surprise That made her soul rejoice.