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Page 16 Mary.
Dear, dear Eleanor.
Ah! you are hurt past help of mine. I would
I had this lover here: he should not keep
A placid conscience. But, dear, be too proud
To let him break you. If he, years ago,
Must win a girl's weak heart to toss it back,
A plaything you might hand on to Sir Joyce
While he should choose some other -
Lady Boycott.
Mary, No.
I was the one who wronged our truth - I, I.
He was all truth.
Mary.
Ah! now I understand
That you are sad beyond the help of tears.
Poor heart, how shall I soothe you. Ah! you tore
The blossom of its hope with your own hand,
And then you hunger in a barren day
Because it bears no fruit. Dear sorrower,
What can I say? Take courage. Not a life
So lonely in this world but somewhere grows
A blessing for it out of other lives,
And warmth out of their fire-light. Not a soul
So lonely under heaven but it may reach
The hand of God, and lift itself from pain.
Take courage, dear.
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If
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Mary Lost
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