Chapter 20 Mary's Dream-And The Awakening

I saw where stark and cold he lay,

Beneath the gallows-tree,

And every one did point and say,

"Twas there he died for thee!'

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Oh! weeping heart! Oh! bleeding heart!

What boots thy pity now?

Bid from his eyes that shade depart,

That death-damp from his brow!

The Birtle Tragedy.

So there was no more peace in the h