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 She kneels in a nook by the dusty choir,
 * Shakes the bloom from my dream-mimosa,

I rush to the nook in the choir to greet
 * The Mater Dolorosa!

Nought, nought was there but a sculptured prayer
 * Of the Mater Dolorosa.

No more in a trance of my old Romance
 * Shall I let all my sorrow and sin go;

But I’ll join the graves as they glance and dance
 * Down—down through the ghastly window,

With column and cross, and banners of moss
 * Down—down through the Oriel Window!

Point Coupee on the Mississippi, 1861.