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SONG.
[Another hour—another hour]
Another hour—another hour,
And fixed had been my hapless fate—
Escape no more within my power,
Nay—even Retreat had been too late.
And fixed had been my hapless fate—
Escape no more within my power,
Nay—even Retreat had been too late.
Another word—another word,
And heart were crushed, or sense were gone,
'Twere the last strain upon the chord—
The last drop on the out-worn Stone!
And heart were crushed, or sense were gone,
'Twere the last strain upon the chord—
The last drop on the out-worn Stone!
Another look—another look,
And power were passed, or life were lost!
The weakness from my Soul I shook,
And left thee when I loved thee most!
And power were passed, or life were lost!
The weakness from my Soul I shook,
And left thee when I loved thee most!
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Another thought—another thought,
And all, even now, were void and vain—
The work unwrought—the task untaught,
And I thy veriest Slave again!
And all, even now, were void and vain—
The work unwrought—the task untaught,
And I thy veriest Slave again!
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