text:  "Oh! what scorn for thy desolate years Shall I feel! God forbid it should be! How bitter will then be the tears Shed Minna oh Minna for thee!" But if it be true that "Locksley Hall" is somewhat deficient in the ethereal tenderness which would overcome a true heart even when blighted in its best affections it was not to be expected that its imitator should have been visited with deeper glimpses of the divine