lady emmeline.
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"Now farewel my Emmeline!" sadly he said,
And a sigh heav'd his shadowy breast—
"To the far distant land where my relics are laid,
See the grey morning summons my lingering shade,
But we'll meet in the realms of the blest!"
And a sigh heav'd his shadowy breast—
"To the far distant land where my relics are laid,
See the grey morning summons my lingering shade,
But we'll meet in the realms of the blest!"
The form of Sir Edwin now faded in air,
And Emmeline dropt on her knee—
"Forgive me," she murmured, "my guilty despair,
Oh! Heaven! in mercy receive my-sad prayer,
And soon set thy penitent free!"
And Emmeline dropt on her knee—
"Forgive me," she murmured, "my guilty despair,
Oh! Heaven! in mercy receive my-sad prayer,
And soon set thy penitent free!"
Now homeward she wander'd, and silent and slow,
Towards the towers of her father she pass'd;
All wan and dejected, she mus'd on her vow,
Unheeded the torrent beat cold on her brow,
And she felt not the pitiless blast!
Towards the towers of her father she pass'd;
All wan and dejected, she mus'd on her vow,
Unheeded the torrent beat cold on her brow,
And she felt not the pitiless blast!
