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is gone, What's lost forever lorn; Death, death alone can comfort me; O had I ne'er been born! "O break, my heart, O break at once! Drink my life-blood, Despair! No joy remains on earth for me, For me in heaven no share." "O enter not in judgment, Lord!" The pious mother prays; Impute not guilt to thy frail child! She knows not what she says. "O say thy paternoster, child! O turn to God and grace! His will, that turned thy bliss to bale, Can change thy bale to bliss." "O mother, mother, what is bliss? O mother, what is bale? My William's love was heaven on earth; Without it earth is hell. "Why should I pray to ruthless Heaven, Since my loved William's slain? I only prayed for William's sake, And all my prayers were vain." "O take the sacrament, my child, And check these tears that flow; By resignation's humble prayer, O hallowed be thy woe!" "No sacrament can quench this fire, Or slake this scorching pain; No sacrament can bid the dead Arise and live again. "O break, my heart, O break at once! Be thou my god, Despair! Heaven's heaviest blow has fallen on me. And vain each fruitless prayer." "O enter not in judgment, Lord, With thy frail child of clay! She knows not what her tongue has spoke; Impute it not, I pray! "Forbear, my child, this desperate woe, And turn to God and grace; Well can devotion's heavenly glow Convert thy bale to bliss." "O mother, mother, what is bliss? O mother, what is bale? Without my William what were heaven, Or with him what were hell?" Wild she arraigns the eternal doom, Upbraids each sacred Power, Till, spent, she sought her silent room, All in the lonely tower. She beat her breast, she wrung her hands Till sun and day were o'er, And through the glimmering lattice shone The twinkling of the star. Then, crash! the heavy drawbridge fell That o'er the moat was hung; And, clatter, clatter, on its boards The hoof of courser rung. The clank of echoing steel was heard As off the rider bounded; And slowly on the winding stair A heavy footstep sounded. And hark! and hark! a knock--Tap! tap A rustling stifled noise; Do
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