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THE OMEN.
She had ask'd and pined for her early home,
She had come at last,—but how had she come!
Oh! that aged lord, how bore he this grief,
This rending off of his last green leaf?
He wasted away as the child that dies
For love of its absent mother's eyes;
Ere the spring flowers o'er her grave were weeping,
The father beside his child was sleeping.
