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Now many months flew by, and weary grew

To Margaret the sight of happy things;

Blight fell on all her flowers, instead of dew;

Shut round her heart were now the joyous wings

Wherewith it wont to soar; yet not untrue,

Though tempted much, her woman's nature clings 350

To its first pure belief, and with sad eyes

Looks backward o'er the gate of Paradise.