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THE DYING WIFE TO HER HUSBAND.
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They tell me life is waning fast,
And Death's dark wing unfurled,
Will bear my spirit soon from earth,
Unto an unknown world:
I feel, beloved, it must be so,—
I feel that even now
His hand is on my fluttering heart,
His shadow o'er my brow.