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 The Mother walk'd into the church—
 * To Ellen's seat she went:

Tho' Ellen always kept her church
 * All church-days during Lent.

And gentle Ellen welcom'd her
 * With courteous looks and mild:

Thought she, "what if her heart should melt,
 * And all be reconcil'd!"

The day was scarcely like a day—
 * The clouds were black outright:

And many a night, with half a Moon,
 * I've seen the church more light.

The wind was wild; against the glass
 * The rain did beat and bicker;

The church-tower swaying over head
 * You scarce could hear the Vicar!

And then and there the Mother knelt,
 * And audibly she cried—

Oh! may a clinging curse consume
 * This woman by my side!