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17 Louisa heard the mournful news And instantly to him she goes; But all her tender care can't save Uriel from the threatening grave.
18 She never left him night nor day, But always with him she did stay. She was urged not to indulge in grief, But none could give her heart relief.
19 "Uriel dear," Louisa said, "Thy time is come; I am afraid That you must quit all things below, Which fills my tender heart with woe.
20 "In you, dear 'Riel, I did place All joy of life in future days.
No comfort else I thought to find Unless to me you did prove kind.
21 "My heart is pressed with grief indeed, How does my wounded bosom bleed; No balsam can be found to cure
Or heal the wound that I endure.
22 "But one thing I desire to know, Tell me, dear 'Riel, tell me now, Can you forgive the hand that gave The blow that sends you to the grave?"
23 "Louisa, cease to grieve thy heart, 'Twas heaven's decree that we must part; And from, blame you are surely free
In this which has befallen, me.
24 "And all that has passed I now forgive. O may you long and happy live!
Let virtue all thy days attend,
And heaven will be thy guardian friend.
25 "My parents kind, and brothers dear, And sisters, I must leave you here. |
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