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The Chain is Broken, Father.
1847.
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[Supposed to be addressed to her father by Mrs. D---, (who had been unhappily married,) on the death of her mother.]
The chain is broken, Father,
That bound together three;
The middle link is taken;—
But thou art left to me,
And I to thee, my Father!
And here I promise thee,
That ne'er was truer Daughter found,
Than thou shalt find in me!
That bound together three;
The middle link is taken;—
But thou art left to me,
And I to thee, my Father!
And here I promise thee,
That ne'er was truer Daughter found,
Than thou shalt find in me!
I have no tie to life, Father;
Save thee, I have not one!
I bear indeed the name of wife,
But husband I have none.
I name not this regretfully—
All that is over now—
I name it but to let thee see
That my sole tie art Thou!
Save thee, I have not one!
I bear indeed the name of wife,
But husband I have none.
I name not this regretfully—
All that is over now—
I name it but to let thee see
That my sole tie art Thou!
And I will tend thee, Father,
As long as I have breath;
And if it please my Mother's God,
I'll tend thy bed of death.
Then, the last tie dissevered,
I'll follow her and thee,
Where Love shall join the links again
That bound together three!
As long as I have breath;
And if it please my Mother's God,
I'll tend thy bed of death.
Then, the last tie dissevered,
I'll follow her and thee,
Where Love shall join the links again
That bound together three!
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