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nancy's brook.
Unheeded still, for in her breast,
Love, hope, and fear, with restless strife,
Made her unconscious of the cold
That froze the fountains of her life.
Love, hope, and fear, with restless strife,
Made her unconscious of the cold
That froze the fountains of her life.
Like a spent child, she sank to rest;
Upon a snow-drift laid her head:
The mountain held her lifeless form;
Her spirit to her William fled.
Upon a snow-drift laid her head:
The mountain held her lifeless form;
Her spirit to her William fled.
'T was by this stream, her loving soul,
Its tender, earthly frame forsook.
They found her fast asleep in death,
And hence they called it Nancy's brook.
Its tender, earthly frame forsook.
They found her fast asleep in death,
And hence they called it Nancy's brook.
