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[207] And still across the wooded space
     The harvest lights of Harden shone,
And song and jest and laugh went on.

And he, so gentle, true, and strong,
     Of men the bravest and the best,
Had he, too, scorned her with the rest?

She strove to drown her sense of wrong,
     And, in her old and simple way,
To teach her bitter heart to pray.

Poor child! the prayer, begun in faith,
     Grew to a low, despairing cry
Of utter misery: “Let me die!

Oh! take me from the scornful eyes,
     And hide me where the cruel speech
And mocking finger may not reach!

I dare not breathe my mother's name:
     A daughter's right I dare not crave
To weep above her unblest grave!

Let me not live until my heart,
     With few to pity, and with none
To love me, hardens into stone.

O God! have mercy on Thy child,
     Whose faith in Thee grows weak and small,
And take me ere I lose it all! “

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