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And swiftly down the hurrying streamIn silence still they sail,And the long streamer fluttering fastFlapp'd to the heavy gale.
And he was mute in sullen thought.And she was mute with fear,Nor sound but of the parting tideBroke on the listening ear.
The little babe began to cry,Then Margaret rais'd her head,And with a quick and hollow voice"Give me the child" she said.
"Now hush thee, hush thee Margaret!"Nor my poor heart distress—"I do but pay perforce the price"Of former happiness.
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