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se, That hies in glimmering moonlight to the brook, Its wan lips moving, in its hand a book. So, like a bruised flower, and in the pride Of youth and beauty, injured Mary died. William some years survived, but years no trace Of his sick heart's deep anguish could erase. Still the dread spectre seemed to rise, and, worse, Still in his ears rang the appalling curse! 20 While loud he cries, despair upon his look, Oh! shut the book, my Mary, shut the book! The sun is slowly westering now, and lo, How beautiful steals out the humid bow, A radiant arch! Listen, whilst I relate William's dread judgment, and poor Mary's fate. I think I see the pine, that, heavily Swaying, yet seems as for the dead to sigh. How many generations, since the day Of its green pride, have passed, like leaves, away! 30 How many children of the hamlet played Round its hoar trunk, who at its feet were laid, Withered and gray old men! In life's first bloom How many has it seen borne to the tomb! But never one so sunk in hopeless woe As she who lies in the cold grave below. Her Sabbath-book, from which at church she prayed, Was her poor father's, in that churchyard laid: For Mary grew as beautiful in youth, 39 As taught at church the lore of heavenly truth. What different passions in her bosom strove, When first she heard the tale of village love! The youth whose voice then won her partial ear, A yeoman's son, had passed his twentieth year; She scarce eighteen: her mother, with the care Of boding age, oft whispered, Oh, beware! For William was a thoughtless youth, and wild, And like a colt unbroken, from a child: At length, if not to serious thoughts awake, He came to church, at least for Mary's sake. 50 Young Mary, while her father was alive, Saw all things round the humble dwelling thrive; Her widowed mother now was growing old, And bit by bit their worldly goods were sold: Mary remained, her mother's hope and pride! How oft when she was sleeping by her side, That mother waked, and kissed her cheek, with tears Praying for blessings on her future years,-- When she, her mother, earthly trials o'er, Should rest in the cold grave, to grieve no more! 60 But Mary to love's dream her heart r
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