Chapter 11 LOVE AND JEALOUSY.

There was a time when bliss

Shone o'er her heart from every look of his;

When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air

In which he dwelt, was her soul's fondest prayer;

When round him hung such a perpetual spell,

Whate'er he did none ever did so well;

Yet now he comes, brighter than ever, far,

He beamed before; but ah! not bri

            
            

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