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[Time shall not dry thy ever-falling tears]
Time shall not dry thy ever-falling tearsFor me, thou lone one! sorrowing o'er the ill
That tortures thee, and can do aught but kill.
I will pursue thee through the bitter years,
A loathful shadow, following thee still,
Dragged after thee against my better will;
Struck by the burning hand which God uprears
Against our sin; and doomed o'er vale and hill
To dog thy feet, to trail my blackness o'er
Thy brightest path, to make the flowers assume
A dull, sick look, to wrap in horrid gloom
All things around thee, till the awful store
Of vengeance on our crime be poured no more,
And we together sink into the tomb.
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