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Show She turned from others who possessed Fair talents and high aspirations; With but ono purpose in hor breast, She scorned their earnest protestations; Thoy said sho throw horseir away, Thoy spoko her name a trlflo sadly, But caring not what thoy might say, Sho spoiled her llfo, and did it gladly. Uollovlng hltn a god, sho turned Prom thoso who would have sorved her kindly. Sho hoard tholr ploas, and, unconcornod, Wont downward to disastor blindly; She might havo morltod ostcem And swootly graced a lofty station, But, droamlng tho old futlio dream, She blltholy hurried to damnation. Sho learned too lato that they wore wlso Who had ondoavorod to dissuade hor; Sho saw tho ovll In his oyos Who thought It manly to dogrado hor. Thoy coldly bade hor pay hor dobt, But ho was wolcomod as a brothor, And calmly glvon loavo to got Ills tornados upon another. II. E. KISER. |