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One small hand of snow's reposing
 On her slowly heaving breast,
And her languid lids are closing,
 As by heavy weight oppressed;
Soft the pale, pale lips are parted,
 Fervent breathings issue there,
And the name of the false-hearted
 Mingles with that dying prayer.

Where is he who so beguiled her,
 Lured her girlish feet to roam,
And, with fondest passion, wiled her
 From her widowed mother's home?
Fled, and left her there to languish,
 In a land where strangers dwell,
Where her cup o'erflowed with anguish,
 And her wounded spirit fell;

For the dreams she fondly cherished,
 Bright with honour and with pride,
With a sudden shock had perished,
 And her heart within her died.
Sorrow's with'ring hand soon brought her
 To the bed of pain and grief';
But her deep affliction taught her
 Where her heart should seek relief.

Low the child of error bent her
 Where no misery vainly sues,
And that glorious hope was sent her
 That all fear of death subdues;