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Thus did the hapless Parent mourn,

Till Time, who soothes severest woe,

Had bade serenity return,

And made the tear-drop cease to flow.

38.

For, still, some latent hope surviv'd

That Oscar might once more appear;

His hope now droop'd and now revived,

Till Time had told a tedious year.

39.

Days roll'd along, the orb of light

Again had run his destined race;

No Oscar bless'd his father's sight,

And sorrow left a fainter trace.

40.

For youthful Allan still remain'd,

And, now, his father's only joy:

And Mora's heart was quickly gain'd,

For beauty crown'd the fair-hair'd boy.

41.

She thought that Oscar low was laid,

And Allan's face was wondrous fair;

If Oscar liv'd, some other maid

Had claim'd his faithless bosom's care.