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8 Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love, Love's stronger than death, for it does remove, But my earnest desire it is for you, my dear, And till you are with me I'll still wander here. For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show, 'Tis nought to the pleasures where we are to go; She went to embraec him, being void of all fright, But he in a moment went out of her sight.

Then home in great horror to her father die run, Crying, O! cruel father now what have vou done? Grigor, lov'd Grigor eamecame [sic] to me in blood, And his body lies murdered in an American wood. He showed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore, And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more, Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd Then said my dear Katie, your brains they are craz'd.

But still she mantained it and eriedcried [sic] like a child, Never after was seen for to laugh nor to smile; Brought to her all doetorsdoctors [sic], whose skill was in vain, But still gave opinion she was sound in the brain. Her body deeayeddecayed [sic], her face grew wan and pale, She soared to her true love, beyond death's dark vale, First her, then her mother, in one night expired, I hope she enjoys the bliss she desired.

Now the old father eriescries [sic], bereft of all joys, Though he has plenty of gold no girls nor boys. Let all eruelcruel [sic] parents to this take great heed, His pretty young daughter is now with the dead.