CHAPTER I. She left her home with a bounding heart, For the world was all before her; And felt it scarce a pain to part, Such sun-bright beams came o'er her.
CHAPTER I. Then close and closer, clinging to his side, Frank as the child, and tender as the bride, Words, looks, and tears themselves combine the balm, Lull the fierce pang, and ...
CHAPTER I. Thou hast not rebuked, nor reproached me, But sadly and silently wept, And each wound that to try thee I sent thee, Thou took'st to thy heart to be kept.
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