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A crash of boughs!-one through them breaking!
Mercy is startled, and fain would fly,
But e'en as she turns, her steps o'ertaking,
He pleads with her-"Mercy, it is but I!"
"Mercy!" he touches her hand unbidden-
"The air is balmy, I pray you stay-
Mercy?" Her downcast eyes are hidden,
And never a word she has to say.
Till clos
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