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She never blamed him, never.

But received him when he came,

With a welcome kind as ever.

And she tried to look the same;

But vainly she dissembled,

For whene'er she tried to smile.

A tear, unbidden, trembled

In her blue eye all the while.

She knew that she was dying

And she dreaded not her doom;

She never thought of sighing

O‘er her beauty’s blighted bloom;

She knew her cheek was altered,

And she knew her eye was dim;

Her voice, though, only faltered

When she spoke of losing him