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THE DEVIL’S BRIDE.
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Let me breathe air but a moment—
A moment in pity, I pray.”
But the devils, laughing, replied,
That is easy enough to say;
Had you but lived a better life,
You would not have been here to-day.”

The girl wept aloud in despair:
My soul I have lost now for aye,
Oh, would I could tell my mother,
To teach my poor sisters to pray;
Oh, would I could go to the earth,
I would turn them from sin away.”

Cease from thy fretting and worrying,
There are plenty to teach the way.
If the sisters choose to listen
They can also learn how to pray.
You chose to do ill in your life,
And your soul is lost now for aye.”