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Mary Anne . What nothing , not even a sign from heaven ? Old Ashford . Why this is a sign from heaven against it . Mary Anne . Well , but if there were to be such a thing ? Old Ashford . Why then it would be a sort of duty to attend to it . Mignionette . How beautiful ! how the drops glisten in the sun ! What a shower of brilliants !
Mary Anne . Now , then , be our friend ; one more invocation . Poet . Beautiful herald of the early world , What time the ark on Ararat did rest , When , the husli'd waters curl ' d With gentle airs , the tired dove sought its nest , And the whole earth forgot its mighty fear—Appear ! appear !
Thou art a universal hope in heaven ! Thou art the light from out the darkness born , The fate to mortals given ; The human heart , with deepest anguish torn , Looks upon tkee , and charms from out its sorrow A happier morrow .
The gentle child gazes at thee , and deems Thou art the path to that far fairy land Which it doth see in dreams ; And shades its deep blue eyes with tiny hand , To watch for the gay creatures who do glide Adown thy side !
And when the spring-time brings the gentle rain , The husbandman over the fragrant earth Scatters the plenteous grain , He thinks upon the promise at thy birth , And , blessing thee , works on till evening pale—His harvest * shall not fail !'
Come to us , lovely one ! We look for thee As looketh for the morning" ray the flower ! Thou comest not for me ! I do invoke thee by a mightier power ; Child of the sun , thy parent bids thee here—Appear 1 appear ! All . It comes ! it comes I
Mary Anne . Lf all the children in the world were but as dutiful ! Mignionette . And so the greater part of them would be , if they were , like it , warmed to come by kindness . Mary Anne . Now , my dear sir , what say you to to-morrow ? Old Ashford . Why , having heaven in your favour , I must not be against .
( Poet firsts and then ) CHORUS . We never again will fear the rain , However the wind may blow ; And we'll see the bow drawn on the morrow ' morn . And trust in our own rain-bow . S . Y .
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Charade Drama . 133
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 133, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/53/
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