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But when they to the church-yard came,
As soon as she stepp'd into the sun,
And when the Vicar join'd their hands,
But when they pray'd,* she thought she saw
And o'er the church-path they return'd-
Just as she stepp'd beneath the boughs
Into the mossy track.
Her feet upon the mossy track
The married maiden set:
That moment I have heard her say—
She wish'd she could forget.
The shade o'er-flush'd her limbs with heat-
And when the merry bells rang out,
Beneath the foulest mother's curse
* But when he pray'd-1809.
So five months pass'd: the mother still
"My sister may not visit us,
"I'm dull and sad! indeed, indeed
'Twas a drizzly time-no ice, no snow! And on the few fine days
She stirr'd not out, lest she might meet Her mother in the ways.
But Ellen, spite of miry ways
Oh! Ellen was a faithful friend,
And she ne'er left them till 'twas dark,
And now Ash-Wednesday came that day
For on that day you know we read
Our late old Vicar, a kind man,
Once, sir, he said to me,
He wish'd that service was clean out
The mother walk'd into the church-
Though Ellen always kept her church
And gentle Ellen welcomed her
With courteous looks and mild : Thought she, "What if her heart should melt, And all be reconciled!"
The day was scarcely like a day—
The wind was wild; against the glass
The church-tower swinging* over head, Your scarce could hear the Vicar !
And then and there the mother knelt, And audibly she cried
"Oh! may a clinging curse consume This woman by my side!
"O hear me, hear me, Lord in Heaven,
By night and day, in bed and bower,
So having pray'd, steady and slow,
I saw poor Ellen kneeling still,
And when the prayers were done, we all
But ere she from the church-door stepp'd
She smiled, and smiled, and pass'd it off
And if her heart was not at ease,
There was a hurry in her looks,
These tears will come- -I dandled her
But Mary heard the tale: her arms