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Reviews Of New Books.
" Her face was bid in her clasped hands , Through which hot tears were starting , Dissolving life ' s fast loosening bands ; 'Twas soul and body parting ; And the words she spake were fitful and low , Like one who suffer'd from deathly woe ^
"' I loved , oh ! how I loved ; but now My love is turned to shame , My soul is dead , my heart is low ; Do not , ah ! do not blame .
' Daily , nightl y / do I weep > And bitterly repent ; But little longer shall I keep A life so waurly spent . '' Time was , he said he loved me well
And ever would be mine | But black-dyed falsehood did he tell , And now aldne I pine . u l . Alone ; and for the cursed gold , I doubly kill my heart , Which sin hath made both hard and cold Then let me now depart .
c '' My little darling child is gone , And then I hoped to die ; But to his grave he went alone , The greater misery ! "' I , too , have wander'done a , a child , 'Mongst scenes of happiness and love Where kindly voices on me smiled , And skies were blue above .
"' Now in a noisome den I sink , No friend , no love , to cheer me : Though none on me with pity think , Yet thou , 0 Lord , wilt hear me . " ' Thou judgest not as judge mankind , Thou know ' st the troubles of my heart ; Thou who art merciful and kind , Oh , let me now depart !'
( Weeping , she died : Speak gently o ' er her grave , Ye by temptation never tried , Ye virtuously brave . Long years of woe , for weakness more than sin , Well might some tears from even seraphs win / '
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Reviews Of New Books.
" Her face was bid in her clasped hands , Through which hot tears were starting , Dissolving life ' s fast loosening bands ; 'Twas soul and body parting ; And the words she spake were fitful and low , Like one who suffer'd from deathly woe ^
"' I loved , oh ! how I loved ; but now My love is turned to shame , My soul is dead , my heart is low ; Do not , ah ! do not blame .
' Daily , nightl y / do I weep > And bitterly repent ; But little longer shall I keep A life so waurly spent . '' Time was , he said he loved me well
And ever would be mine | But black-dyed falsehood did he tell , And now aldne I pine . u l . Alone ; and for the cursed gold , I doubly kill my heart , Which sin hath made both hard and cold Then let me now depart .
c '' My little darling child is gone , And then I hoped to die ; But to his grave he went alone , The greater misery ! "' I , too , have wander'done a , a child , 'Mongst scenes of happiness and love Where kindly voices on me smiled , And skies were blue above .
"' Now in a noisome den I sink , No friend , no love , to cheer me : Though none on me with pity think , Yet thou , 0 Lord , wilt hear me . " ' Thou judgest not as judge mankind , Thou know ' st the troubles of my heart ; Thou who art merciful and kind , Oh , let me now depart !'
( Weeping , she died : Speak gently o ' er her grave , Ye by temptation never tried , Ye virtuously brave . Long years of woe , for weakness more than sin , Well might some tears from even seraphs win / '