while her love-sparkling eyes, beaming on his, awakened that transport
which those who have felt it would not exchange for worlds. Then,
after the fond, lengthened kiss, and tender sigh of happy lovers parting,
he rode off.

Soon as he was out of her sight, she turned to go to the house.
As she passed along the garden, the sudden fancy struck her
to adorn the summer house with evergreens and flowers of the liveliest tints,
and there, amidst a wilderness of sweets, to receive her returning lover.
Animated with this fond suggestion of conjugal affection, (woman's true life,)
which at every quickened pulse diffused an answering rapture
through the virtuous breast, she commenced her pleasing task;
and with her task she mingled the music of her voice, clear and strong
as the morning lark, and sweet as from a heart full of innocence and love.
The pleasant sounds reached the ear of Marion, as he drew near the garden.
Then, entering the gate without noise, he walked up, unperceived, close to her
as she sat all alone in the arbour, binding her fragrant flowers
and singing the happy hours away. She was singing her favorite hymn,
by Madam Guyon.

"That love I sing, that wondrous love,
Which wak'd my sleeping clay;
That spread the sky in azure bright
And pour'd the golden day," &c. &c.

To see youth and beauty, though in a stranger, thus pointing to heaven,
is delightful to a pious heart. Then what rapture to an enlightened soul
to see a beloved wife thus communing with God, and becoming every day
more and more angelic!