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THE SECRET DISCOVERED.
And Elinore arrayed the bride,
And bound her golden hair;
And if her cheek was pale, it seemed
But a fond sister's care.
Years passed; beside their lonely hearth.
She cheered her father's age,
And made, for him, life's last dark leaf
A sweet and sunny page.
Did never other lovers come?
They did—but came in vain;
A heart like hers, when given once,
Is given not again.
