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And—would she forgive him? That was the game,
Would she forgive him? He felt the shame
Of his conduck the other night—aw dear!
The shame, he said, but still it was clear
He was left to himself, he said, that time—
And would she forgive him? and would she try him?
What was man? he said—the best,
He said, the very holiest?
No doubt, no doubt, he said, it was sudden:
But what was he to do? He couldn'
Allow her to go, and his heart to break;
And if he didn' spake now, when was he to spake?
It was his one chance, he said, and he took it;
And the dear departed would overlook it.
Would she forgive him? He felt the shame
Of his conduck the other night—aw dear!
The shame, he said, but still it was clear
He was left to himself, he said, that time—
And would she forgive him? and would she try him?
What was man? he said—the best,
He said, the very holiest?
No doubt, no doubt, he said, it was sudden:
But what was he to do? He couldn'
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And if he didn' spake now, when was he to spake?
It was his one chance, he said, and he took it;
And the dear departed would overlook it.
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