The story and song of Black Roderick . Gazing upon the flowers, she said: | 4Ye, too, your beauty hath gaudy flowers of the city haveflashed their color in my eyes, so yej|I cannot see or understand. Then she rose to her feet, thoughshe scarce could stand, and, stretch-^^^fing her arms towards the great pur-^fi^pie hills that surrounded her fa- ^fWythers far home, she said towards|3^fe^it: 2* Why didst thou call me back|^|psince thou hast let me go from thesight of the heights that would havebeen always a prayer to uplift nry^ssoul? Ahone! that thy voice wasnjloud enough to follow an
The story and song of Black Roderick . Gazing upon the flowers, she said: | 4Ye, too, your beauty hath gaudy flowers of the city haveflashed their color in my eyes, so yej|I cannot see or understand. Then she rose to her feet, thoughshe scarce could stand, and, stretch-^^^fing her arms towards the great pur-^fi^pie hills that surrounded her fa- ^fWythers far home, she said towards|3^fe^it: 2* Why didst thou call me back|^|psince thou hast let me go from thesight of the heights that would havebeen always a prayer to uplift nry^ssoul? Ahone! that thy voice wasnjloud enough to follow and give me ^unrest, that whispered always of my *fathers house and the valley of myhome. So must I come each eveupon this hill to look upon it frommy loneliness. Unloved am I, and unwished for,by him whom I have wedded. Somy heart dieth within my breast,45. 0 %
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