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 LADY JANE GREY. 217

Here, on this grated window, let me lean,

From whence she gazed upon that fearful sight,

The life-blood of her bosom s dearest lord ;

Her pale lip shuddering, yet her pure eye bright

With faith the same sharp path to tread, and meet The idol of her love at their Redeemer s feet.

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