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But Life is stranger in its chequer'd course
Than aught that ever fancy taught or feign'd—
There are injustices, and ups and downs,
And strange caprices on the part of Fate
Which seem to us most inexplicable
And sad and hopeless!
Than aught that ever fancy taught or feign'd—
There are injustices, and ups and downs,
And strange caprices on the part of Fate
Which seem to us most inexplicable
And sad and hopeless!
So, Sir John was dead,
And Constance married to the man she lov'd,
For whom she sinn'd and suffer'd years ago,
And Geoffrey lov'd her, and the fleeting days
To them were as a blessèd glimpse of heav'n,
And Denzil, who had been a sceptic once,
Felt in his soul the germs of Faith and Love
Upspringing from his earnest gratitude
To that great Pow'r he recognized at last,
And Constance knew that near her heart the flow'r
Of their united love lay folded close
In dreamless slumber, destin'd soon to breathe
The fragrant air that she and Geoffrey breathed
Together, in those fleeting wedded days.
And Constance married to the man she lov'd,
For whom she sinn'd and suffer'd years ago,
And Geoffrey lov'd her, and the fleeting days
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And Denzil, who had been a sceptic once,
Felt in his soul the germs of Faith and Love
Upspringing from his earnest gratitude
To that great Pow'r he recognized at last,
And Constance knew that near her heart the flow'r
Of their united love lay folded close
In dreamless slumber, destin'd soon to breathe
The fragrant air that she and Geoffrey breathed
Together, in those fleeting wedded days.
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