Rosalinds Scroll
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart,
A woman scar years:
I e to thee, a solemn corpse
Whieither feels nor fears.
I have no breath to use in sighs;
They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes
To seal them safe from tears.
Look oh thine own calm look:
I meet it calm as thou.
No look of thine ge this smile,
Or break thy sinful vow:
I tell thee that my poor sd heart
Is of thih--thih--a part:
It ot vex thee now.
I have prayd for thee with bursting sob
When passions course was free;
I have prayd for thee with silent lips
In the anguish none could see;
They whisperd oft, She sleepeth soft--
But I only prayd for thee.
Go to! I pray for thee no more:
The corpses tongue is still;
Its folded fingers point to heaven,
But point there stiff and chill:
No farther wrong, no farther woe
Hath lice from the sin below
Its tranquil heart to thrill.
I charge thee, by the livings prayer,
And the deads silentness,
T from out thy soul a cry
Which God shall hear and……（内容加载失败！）
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