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From life—and left of ev'ry joy forlorn,
He rais'd his eyes, but diff'rent far the maid
Appear'd from what his fearful thoughts pourtray'd,
From her sad kneeling posture she had ris'n,
And her white hands were gently rais'd to Heav'n,
She spoke—“That God who hears my sacred vow,
“Knows that my vanquish'd heart has ceas'd to bow—
“Has ceas'd to feel a single glow of love
“For worthless Redwald! tho' it long has strove
“Against remembrance of the happy hours
“When bliss too transient strew'd my way with flow'rs,
“I would not—could not offer thee my heart,
“If for another love still held a part;
“Then, tho' too poor for constancy like thine,
“To thee my hand I joyfully resign!”
She gave that hand, which Ivan fondly prest,
Then wept in silence on her father's breast.
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