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XIII.
Yet must she smile, tremendous task!The martyr's at the stake
Is child's play in comparison!
Oh! that the heart would break,
And not survive its happiness,
Nor linger at death's door;
Its cherished freight a total wreck
On the world's iron shore!
A prey to all the waves of fate,
The hissing winds of scorn,
Which blow so keenly upon one
Left helpless and forlorn!
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