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But the fates were cruel-hearted, never wedding bells were 

 heard, 

 For she left this bourne of trouble and of care ; 



When her hfe was full of promise then there came the 

 silent word. 



And she left us full of sorrow and despair. 



It was early, I remember, when they called me to her side, 

 And the dim grey dawn was breaking o'er the hill. 



There was silence in the chamber, she who would have 

 been my bride 

 Lay before me ever beautiful and still. 



Then in solemn words she told me how she loved me to 

 the end. 



And my heart was beating sadly all the while, 



Would I take the bonny chestnut ? Would I count it as a 

 friend ? 

 Yes — and then her face was brightened with a smile. 



Then the angels seemed to murmur and the night wind 

 seemed to dwell 

 Yet a moment in the stillness of the night. 

 When it rose again we heard it and we knew that all was 

 well, 

 For her pure soul drifted out upon its flight. 



Drifted out, the repetition of the story often told 



Was repeated as she went upon her way ; 

 And we seemed to see her moving out away beyond the 

 wold. 



Out away into the daylight cold and grey. 



