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The Lament of the Mormon Wife

A Poem

9781465626226
118 pages
Library of Alexandria
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Oh that Northern village! how sheltered and calm it lay At the foot of the green old mountain, nestling low. Home of my wedded love; as fair and far away It seems, as a city in Heaven to a toiling wretch below. How happy we were! and I know that I was dear To him as his soul. I saw the shadow rise— Small at first as my hand, but growing day by day, As the smooth-faced saint beguiled him with honeyed lies. But I was to be his own true wife to the end; “Never but one,”—in this he was firm as a rock. Of course he should have his way; oh! a noble friend Was he; too wise to frighten her with an untimely shock.

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