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 She carne; his colà hand softly touch' d , 



And bath'd with many a tear : 



Fast-falling o'er the primrose pale , 



So morning dews appear. 

 But oh ! his sister's jcalous care ; 



A cruel sister she ! 



Forbade what Emma carne to say ; 



« My Edwin live for me. » 

 Now homeward as she hopeless -wept f 



The church-yard palli along , 



The blast blew cold, the dark owl scream'd 



Her lover's funeral song. 

 A/nid the falling gloom of night 



Her startling fancy found 



In every bush his hovering shade , 



His groan in every sound. 

 Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'd 



The visionar y vale, 



ÌVhen lo ! the death-bell smote her ear , 



Sad sounding in the gale! 

 Iust then she reach'd, with trembling step , 



Her aged mother's door- 



He's gone ! she cry'd; and I shall see 



That angel-face no more ! 

 I feel I feel this breaking heart 



Beat high against my side : 



From her white arni down sunk her head ; 



She shiver'd, sigh'd } and died. 



