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8.

And while such fearful visions rose,
Loud and louder the tempest blows!
It shook the door with a strong man's might,
—She thought she heard her husband there—
The sound, it died in the arms of night,
And all was stills as grave-yards are!
She rose to unbar the cottage door,
But paused until the gust was o'er,—
Her husband's voice was heard no more.
And tears gushed as she turned away,
By her lone hearth to watch and pray.