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The lady lay in her bed	A
Her couch so warm and soft	B
But her sleep was restless and broken still	C
For turning often and oft	D
From side to side she mutter'd and moan'd	E
And toss'd her arms aloft	D
	-
At last she startled up	F
And gazed on the vacant air	G
With a look of awe as if she saw	H
Some dreadful phantom there	G
And then in the pillow she buried her face	I
From visions ill to bear	G
	-
The very curtain shook	J
Her terror was so extreme	K
And the light that fell on the broider'd quilt	L
Kept a tremulous gleam	K
And her voice was hollow and shook as she cried	M
'Oh me that awful dream'	K
	-
'That weary weary walk	N
In the churchyard's dismal ground	O
And those horrible things with shady wings	P
That came and flitted round	O
Death death and nothing but death	Q
In every sight and sound	O
	-
'And oh those maidens young	R
Who wrought in that dreary room	K
With figures drooping and spectres thin	S
And cheeks without a bloom	K
And the Voice that cried 'For the pomp of pride	M
We haste to an early tomb	K
	-
''For the pomp and pleasure of Pride	M
We toil like Afric slaves	T
And only to earn a home at last	U
Where yonder cypress waves '	-
And then they pointed I never saw	H
A ground so full of graves	T
	-
'And still the coffins came	K
With their sorrowful trains and slow	V
Coffin after coffin still	C
A sad and sickening show	V
From grief exempt I never had dreamt	W
Of such a World of Woe	V
	-
'Of the hearts that daily break	X
Of the tears that hourly fall	Y
Of the many many troubles of life	Z
That grieve this earthly ball	Y
Disease and Hunger and Pain and Want	A2
But now I dreamt of them all	Y
	-
'For the blind and the cripple were there	G
And the babe that pined for bread	A
And the houseless man and the widow poor	B2
Who begged to bury the dead	A
The naked alas that I might have clad	C2
The famish'd I might have fed	A
	-
'The sorrow I might have sooth'd	D2
And the unregarded tears	E2
For many a thronging shape was there	G
From long forgotten years	F2
Ay even the poor rejected Moor	G2
Who raised my childish fears	F2
	-
'Each pleading look that long ago	V
I scann'd with a heedless eye	H2
Each face was gazing as plainly there	G
As when I pass'd it by	H2
Woe woe for me if the past should be	I2
Thus present when I die	H2
	-
'No need of sulphurous lake	X
No need of fiery coal	J2
But only that crowd of human kind	K2
Who wanted pity and dole	J2
In everlasting retrospect	L2
Will wring my sinful soul	J2
	-
'Alas I have walk'd through life	Z
Too heedless where I trod	M2
Nay helping to trample my fellow worm	K
And fill the burial sod	M2
Forgetting that even the sparrow falls	N2
Not unmark'd of God	M2
	-
'I drank the richest draughts	O2
And ate whatever is good	P2
Fish and flesh and fowl and fruit	Q2
Supplied my hungry mood	R2
But I never remember'd the wretched ones	S2
That starve for want of food	R2
	-
'I dress'd as the noble dress	T2
In cloth of silver and gold	U2
With silk and satin and costly furs	V2
In many an ample fold	U2
But I never remember'd the naked limbs	W2
That froze with winter's cold	U2
	-
'The wounds I might have heal'd	X2
The human sorrow and smart	Y2
And yet it never was in my soul	J2
To play so ill a part	Y2
But evil is wrought by want of Thought	Z2
As well as want of Heart '	-
	-
She clasp'd her fervent hands	A3
And the tears began to stream	K
Large and bitter and fast they fell	B3
Remorse was so extreme	K
And yet oh yet that many a Dame	K
Would dream the Lady's Dream	K

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