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POEMS.
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And then her anguished heart outspope,
"’Tis thus the world hath dealt with me,
Exposed my heart to cutting blows,
And felled my name as the Trysting Tree.”
II.
Beneath the Tree the lovers stood,
His soul lay calm within his eyes
And looked, with that diviner faith,
His sorrow down by glance that flies
To-day, and swift-paced the morrow seeks;
While she her face uplifted
To his, as there her soul found place,
As a boat into its harbor drifted.
“My Agatha, I will never doubt
Thee, never, never, Agatha;
Our God will bring me back again,
Why should he not, my Agatha?”
"And I in God will have my trust,
And faith in Him doth give us faith
In all the world; ’tis woman’s way
To weep,” she said, “when war is rife,
