But neither this assurance, nor the speedy convalescence of our child could restore her, even to the portion of peace she before enjoyed. Her fear had been too deep, too absorbing, too entire, to be changed to security. She felt as if during her past calm she had dreamed, but was now awake; she was

As one

In some lone watchtower on the deep, awakened

From soothing visions of the home he loves,

Trembling to hear the wrathful billows roar;

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