A SKETCH.
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And I saw her shrink back in dismay and alarm,
When death, hovering over her, menaced his blow.
When death, hovering over her, menaced his blow.
I saw her when suffering had blanched her fair cheek,
And her eyes, once so brilliant, now trembled with tears;
But a sweet, placid smile, and her accents so meek,
Assured us religion had banished her fears.
And her eyes, once so brilliant, now trembled with tears;
But a sweet, placid smile, and her accents so meek,
Assured us religion had banished her fears.
In health's brightest bloom, she never had seemed
So lovely, so beauteous, so heavenly, as now;
When her eye, and her smile, with wild gayety beamed,
And her pale cheek was flushed with a delicate glow.
So lovely, so beauteous, so heavenly, as now;
When her eye, and her smile, with wild gayety beamed,
And her pale cheek was flushed with a delicate glow.
I saw her as calmly she yielded her breath;
The tear was now gone, but the smile still remained
On her beautiful features, when sleeping in death,
Which no trace of her sufferings or sorrow retained.
The tear was now gone, but the smile still remained
On her beautiful features, when sleeping in death,
Which no trace of her sufferings or sorrow retained.
