IN WASHINGTON.
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She sees you, blessed with all that fortune brings,
Shake from your dainty robes the perfumed airs;
She sees white hands, and rings, and gems, and precious things,
And smiling eyes. I wonder if she cares?
Shake from your dainty robes the perfumed airs;
She sees white hands, and rings, and gems, and precious things,
And smiling eyes. I wonder if she cares?
Silent she sits, her chin upon her knees,
While proud and happy crowds go sweeping by;
I wonder, when she sees such differences as these,
If her sad soul rebels and queries, "Why?"
While proud and happy crowds go sweeping by;
I wonder, when she sees such differences as these,
If her sad soul rebels and queries, "Why?"
What thoughts may pain her heart, so lone and drear,
Who knows?—But though I never heard her speak,
Once, as I came more near; I thought I saw a tear
Lost in the mazy wrinkles of her cheek.
Who knows?—But though I never heard her speak,
Once, as I came more near; I thought I saw a tear
Lost in the mazy wrinkles of her cheek.
But if there be a law of recompense,
Which rights all wrongs, and gives us back our own,
In some sweet realm far hence, where toil and turbulence
Dwell not, and age and sorrow are unknown,
Which rights all wrongs, and gives us back our own,
In some sweet realm far hence, where toil and turbulence
Dwell not, and age and sorrow are unknown,
