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MARGARET'S ROOM.

MARGARET at the spinning wheel—alone.

My heart is dreary,

My peaceful mind,

I never, never,

Again shall find.

Life is without him

Sepulchral all,

And the whole wide world

Is steeped in gall.

My poor, poor head,

It reeleth madly;
My poor, poor senses,
They wander sadly.

My heart is dreary,
My peace of mind,

I never, never,

Again shall find.

For him alone,

My glances roam, For him alone

I stray from home.

His stately step!

His bearing high!

His lips' sweet smile!

His regal eye!

In winning words,
What spell is his!

His hand's dear clasp,
And, oh! his kiss!

My heart is dreary,
My peace of mind,

I never, never,
Again shall find.

My bosom yearns

But to enfold him ;

MARGARET'S ROOM.

MARGARET at the spinning wheel-alone.

My heart is dreary,

My peaceful mind,

I never, never,

Again shall find.

Life is without him

Sepulchral all,

And the whole wide world

Is steeped in gall.

My poor, poor head,

It reeleth madly;
My poor, poor senses,
They wander sadly.

My heart is dreary,

My peace of mind,

I never, never,

Again shall find.

For him alone,

My glances roam, For him alone

I stray from home.

His stately step!

His bearing high! His lips' sweet smile!

His regal eye!

In winning words,
What spell is his!

His hand's dear clasp,
And, oh! his kiss!

My heart is dreary,
My peace of mind,
I never, never,
Again shall find.

My bosom yearns

But to enfold him ;

Could I but clasp him,

And ever hold him.

Devour his kisses,

All I desire;

And in his kisses,
In bliss expire!

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