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I knew that in thy bosom dwelt / A silent grief, a hidden fear, / A sting which could be only felt / By spirits to their God most dear, / Which yet thou felt'st from year to year, / Unsoftened, nay, embitter'd still; / And many a secret sigh and tear / Heaved thy sad heart, thine eyes did fill, / And anxious thoughts thou hadst presaging direst ill. / MOULTRIE.
The sequel only brought forth for our heroine further disturbance and / discomfort.