. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . oerher,And she gave her hand in welcome, and hekissed it oer and oer;Smoothed aback her golden tresses, asked if aughthe could do for her—Only this, she sweetly murmured—meet meon the other shore. 41 Hark! what means that burst of music ? See !theyre waiting to receive me !Dont you see them ? soft—theyre calling—all !how light it grows, she ! what beauty—Hark! the music—farewell, father;now I leave thee !Farewell, Mortimer, she whispered—and withinhis arms she died. 42 What more would you have me tell you ? I mightmake the story longer,But the wood i
. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . oerher,And she gave her hand in welcome, and hekissed it oer and oer;Smoothed aback her golden tresses, asked if aughthe could do for her—Only this, she sweetly murmured—meet meon the other shore. 41 Hark! what means that burst of music ? See !theyre waiting to receive me !Dont you see them ? soft—theyre calling—all !how light it grows, she ! what beauty—Hark! the music—farewell, father;now I leave thee !Farewell, Mortimer, she whispered—and withinhis arms she died. 42 What more would you have me tell you ? I mightmake the story longer,But the wood is burned to embers and the houris waxing late—Partings here are not forever; true love is a thingfar strongerThan all time can ever weaken or chill deathcan dissipate. 43 And the losses and the crosses, in this world by sor-row nighted,Blossom into fair fruition just beyond the mysticsea,—Where true hearts that here were plighted and bycircumstances blighted,Will forever be united thro a vast Eternity. ^T^^ ^Iw^Vv.
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