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SMILE of the Moon for I so name	A
That silent greeting from above	B
A gentle flash of light that came	A
From her whom drooping captives love	B
Or art thou of still higher birth	C
Thou that didst part the clouds of earth	C
My torpor to reprove	B
	-
Bright boon of pitying Heaven alas	D
I may not trust thy placid cheer	E
Pondering that Time tonight will pass	D
The threshold of another year	E
For years to me are sad and dull	F
My very moments are too full	G
Of hopelessness and fear	E
	-
And yet the soul awakening gleam	H
That struck perchance the farthest cone	I
Of Scotland's rocky wilds did seem	H
To visit me and me alone	I
Me unapproached by any friend	J
Save those who to my sorrow lend	J
Tears due unto their own	I
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To night the church tower bells will ring	K
Through these wide realms a festire peal	L
To the new year a welcoming	K
A tuneful offering for the weal	L
Of happy millions lulled in deep	M
While I am forced to watch and weep	M
By wounds that may not heal	L
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Born all too high by wedlock raised	N
Still higher to be cast thus low	L
Would that mine eyes had never gazed	N
On aught of more ambitious show	L
Than the sweet flowerets of the fields	O
It is my royal state that yields	O
This bitterness of woe	L
	-
Yet how for I if there be truth	P
In the world's voice was passing fair	Q
And beauty for confiding youth	P
Those shocks of passion can prepare	Q
That kill the bloom before its time	R
And blanch without the owner's crime	R
The most resplendent hair	Q
	-
Unblest distinction showered on me	S
To bind a lingering life in chains	T
All that could quit my grasp or flee	S
Is gone but not the subtle stains	T
Fixed in the spirit for even here	U
Can I be proud that jealous fear	E
Of what I was remains	T
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A Woman rules my prison's key	S
A sister Queen against the bent	V
O law and holiest sympathy	S
Detains me doubtful of the event	V
Great God who feel'st for my distress	W
My thoughts are all that I possess	W
O keep them innocent	X
	-
Farewell desire of human aid	Y
Which abject mortals vainly court	Z
By friends deceived by foes betrayed	Y
Of fears the prey of hopes the sport	Z
Nought but the world redeeming Cross	A2
Is able to support my loss	A2
My burthen to support	Z
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Hark the death note of the year	E
Sounded by the castle clock	B2
From her sunk eyes a stagnant tear	Q
Stole forth unsettled by the shock	B2
But oft the woods renewed their green	C2
Ere the tired head of Scotland's Queen	C2
Reposed upon the block	B2

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