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The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one ;
THE FEMALE CONVICT.
SHE shrank from all, and her silent mood
Made her wish only for solitude:
Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook,
For innermost shame, on another's to look ; My heart is there,
And the cheerings of comfort fell on her ear Where, on eternal hills, my loved one dwells, Like deadliest words, that were curses to hear ! Among the lilies and the asphodels ;
She still was young, and she had been fair;
That frost and fever that wear the heart,
The glory gilding all his wealth of hair, From the sallow cheek, save over it came
They were sailing over the salt sea-foam,
Far from her country, far from her home;
Was a name to hide and a memory to weep! So meek, so grand, so gentle, and so brave, And her future held forth but the felon's lot, So ready to forgive, so strong to save ;
To live forsaken, to die forgot!