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how we cherish it in our hearts , and how it comes at our beck and call to thrill us through and through and make us thank God that we have lived , and wonder in our hearts why he has given poor undeserving us so much . After we arrived at the summer-house , Jane listened , half the time in tears , while I told her all about Mary 's flight . Shall I ever forget that summer day ? A sweet briar entwined our enchanted bower , and , when I catch its scent even now , time-vaulting memory carries me back , making years seem as days , and I see it all as I saw the light of noon that moment -- and all was Jane . The softly lapping river , as it gently sought the sea , sang in soothing cadence of naught but Jane ; the south wind from his flowery home breathed zephyr-voiced her name again , and , as it stirred the rustling leaves on bush and tree , they whispered back the same sweet strain ; and every fairy voice found its echo in my soul ; for there it was as 't was with me , `` Jane ! Jane ! Jane ! ''