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A SISTER OF MERCY.
"The ring was full of poison"—so they said;
"A Sister of Mercy left it at his side!"
The gathering crowd must know the wretch was dead,
Nor blame his jailer that he died.
"A Sister of Mercy left it at his side!"
The gathering crowd must know the wretch was dead,
Nor blame his jailer that he died.
Perhaps their prisoner grey and ghastly lay;
Perhaps the black-robed Sister, worn and bowed,
Who prayed there with that prisoner yesterday,
Was at St. Mary's in her shroud.
Perhaps the black-robed Sister, worn and bowed,
Who prayed there with that prisoner yesterday,
Was at St. Mary's in her shroud.
Yet, in some Land of Distance full of Spring,
Whither their Youth of Love had passed before,
He gave her hand—indeed the very ring
They found upon his prison floor!
Whither their Youth of Love had passed before,
He gave her hand—indeed the very ring
They found upon his prison floor!
