A SISTER OF MERCY.
There, by the man condemned to die, she read
Christ's promise in the Crucifixion tale.
He moaned a name———
She dropped her cross and fled
From the long shadow of the veil!
Christ's promise in the Crucifixion tale.
He moaned a name———
She dropped her cross and fled
From the long shadow of the veil!
And, as from her loosed convent coif she shook
Her youthful hair's free length of beauty, he
Threw from his face the scarred and sinful look,
And followed her across the sea!
Her youthful hair's free length of beauty, he
Threw from his face the scarred and sinful look,
And followed her across the sea!
There, in a Land of Distance vague with Spring,
She, fair as that one morning-bud she wore,
Held him her frightened hand to take—the ring
They found upon his prison floor!
She, fair as that one morning-bud she wore,
Held him her frightened hand to take—the ring
They found upon his prison floor!
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