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At the town was a market—and now for supplies, Such as needed her humble abode, Young William went forth; and his mother with sighs Watch'd long at the window, with tears in her eyes, Till he turn'd thro' the fields, to the road.

Then darkness came on; and she heard with affright The wind rise every moment more high; She look'd from the door; not a star lent its light, But the tempest redoubled the gloom of the night, And the rain fell in floods from the sky.