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Rh  And be sure, if a savage heart,
 * In a mask of human guise,

Were to come on her here apart—
 * Bound for a dark and deadly deed,
 * Hurrying past with pitiless speed—

He would suddenly falter and guiltily start At the glance of her pure blue eyes.

Nay, be sure, if an angel fair,
 * A bright seraph undefiled,

Were to stoop from the trackless air,
 * Fain would she linger in glad amaze—
 * Lovingly linger to ponder and gaze,

With a sister's love and a sister's care,
 * On the happy, innocent child.