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Catharine Gladstone
(June 19th, 1900).
Nothing is here for tears, or loud Alas!
Wed to a matchless mind, a godlike will,
His angel, beautiful in youth, she was,
And, beautiful in eld, his angel still.
Wed to a matchless mind, a godlike will,
His angel, beautiful in youth, she was,
And, beautiful in eld, his angel still.
'Twas weary waiting in the house of tears;
And when to eyes with age and vigil dim,
Morn, noon, and night, for two long lonely years
He came not, she arose and went to him.
And when to eyes with age and vigil dim,
Morn, noon, and night, for two long lonely years
He came not, she arose and went to him.
Dawn fair then, O thou more than marriage day,
When now for ever—not, till death do part—
Troth-bound within their minster-bed we lay
The noble heart beside the noble heart.
When now for ever—not, till death do part—
Troth-bound within their minster-bed we lay
The noble heart beside the noble heart.
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