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"I had a home once—I had once a husband—
"I am a Widow poor and broken-hearted!"
Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining,
On drove the chariot.
"I am a Widow poor and broken-hearted!"
Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining,
On drove the chariot.
On the cold snows she laid her down to rest her;
She heard a horseman, "pity me!" she groan'd out;
Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining,
On went the horseman.
She heard a horseman, "pity me!" she groan'd out;
Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining,
On went the horseman.
Worn out with anguish, toil and cold and hunger,
Down sunk the Wanderer, sleep had seiz'd her senses;
There, did the Traveller find her in the morning,
God had releast her.
1796.
Down sunk the Wanderer, sleep had seiz'd her senses;
There, did the Traveller find her in the morning,
God had releast her.
1796.
