poems.
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MARY.
She was a gentle maiden, unadorn'd;
No earthly jewels shone upon her breast;
For, all, that gentle one untimely mourn'd,
No treasur'd love her sad existence blest.
No earthly jewels shone upon her breast;
For, all, that gentle one untimely mourn'd,
No treasur'd love her sad existence blest.
Yet hope e'er whisper'd to her lonely heart,
That human love would rise and bless her still
Virtue had bade her from her lover part;
And she had crush'd affection by her will
That human love would rise and bless her still
Virtue had bade her from her lover part;
And she had crush'd affection by her will
Yet, oh, could e'er she love if she must sever
The future from her early memories?
The love that blest her then, must live forever;
That it may live, she fondly, truly prays.
The future from her early memories?
The love that blest her then, must live forever;
That it may live, she fondly, truly prays.
He wedded, it is true, another bride;
He lov'd her, yet he turn'd at honor's call;
He went in anguish from fair Mary's side,
To wed the Lady of Fitz Allan's Hall.
He lov'd her, yet he turn'd at honor's call;
He went in anguish from fair Mary's side,
To wed the Lady of Fitz Allan's Hall.
Yet now his Mary seeks that distant home;
His noble form is buried in the tomb.
Why does she quickly o'er the dark cliffs roam;
What hope restores her pale cheek's early bloom
His noble form is buried in the tomb.
Why does she quickly o'er the dark cliffs roam;
What hope restores her pale cheek's early bloom
