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"I had a home once—I had once a husband—"I am a Widow poor and broken-hearted!"Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining,On drove the chariot.
On the cold snows she laid her down to rest her;She heard a horseman, "pity me!" she groan'd out;Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining,On went the horseman.
Worn out with anguish, toil and cold and hunger,Down sunk the Wanderer, sleep had seiz'd her senses;There, did the Traveller find her in the morning,God had releast her.1796. 
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