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a legend of the south.
But ere she died, she'd given
Unto his arms a son—
"Thou, thou," exclaimed the father,
"Art that wronged, forsaken one!"
Unto his arms a son—
"Thou, thou," exclaimed the father,
"Art that wronged, forsaken one!"
Pale, pale as death, the maiden
Sank fainting to the floor,
While with wild and speechless agony
Her brother bent him o'er.
Sank fainting to the floor,
While with wild and speechless agony
Her brother bent him o'er.
That face of matchless beauty,
That fair and fragile form,
Lay like a blighted lily
Smitten by a sudden storm.
That fair and fragile form,
Lay like a blighted lily
Smitten by a sudden storm.
Oh who can tell the agony
That filled that brother's breast,
As on his sister's snowy brow
One holy kiss he prest!
That filled that brother's breast,
As on his sister's snowy brow
One holy kiss he prest!
Then turned away all sorrowful,
All sorrowful and lone,
Bound to a far-off distant land,
Forever from his own.
All sorrowful and lone,
Bound to a far-off distant land,
Forever from his own.
