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XXXV.
No longer mistress of her fears,She sought relief in prayer.
Her hands pressed on her aching eyes
Shut out the lightning's glare;
She prayed for pardon; prompted by
The monitor within,
She now, for the first time, perceived
Her secret was a sin;
Yet he had asked for secrecy,
And her soft nature knew
No words to wound the heart of one
So noble and so true.
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