facts in verse.
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Her birth-place, circled with soft air,
Lay many a league away:—her kin,
Her mother of a darker skin,
Who called, in pride of her fair hair,
The pretty maiden, Lilian.
Lay many a league away:—her kin,
Her mother of a darker skin,
Who called, in pride of her fair hair,
The pretty maiden, Lilian.
None knew her history—nor he
Who loved her, guessed what phantom dread
Mocked at her heart's young feast, and said,
Mid fragrant woodpaths, up the free,
Bold hills, "Be evermore afraid."
Who loved her, guessed what phantom dread
Mocked at her heart's young feast, and said,
Mid fragrant woodpaths, up the free,
Bold hills, "Be evermore afraid."
Forgive her that she did not clear
Her soul of the great weight it bore;
And for its silence ached the more;—
The heart made weak with earthly fear,
Love cannot teach it all its lore.
Her soul of the great weight it bore;
And for its silence ached the more;—
The heart made weak with earthly fear,
Love cannot teach it all its lore.
At length the ill foreshadowed came;
And hope called home its latest beam.
And hope called home its latest beam.
