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He led her to the altar, But the bride was not his chosen 3 He led her with a hand as cold As though its pulse had frozen. Flowers were crush’d beneath his tread, A gilded dome was o’er him ; But his brow was damp, and his lips were pale, As the marble steps before him.

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He led her to the altar,

But the bride was not his chosen ; He led her with a hand as cold

As though its pulse had frozen.

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Hissoul was sadly dreaming, Of one he had hoped to cherish ; Of a nameand form that the sacred rites, » Beginning, told must perish. He gazed not on the stars and gems Of those who circled round him ; But trembied as his lips gave forth The words that falsely bound him. He led her to thealtar, &e.

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Many a heart was praising, Many a hand was proffer’d ; But mournfully he turn’d him From the greeting that was offer’d. Despair had fix’d upon his brow Its deepest, saddest token, And the bloodless cheek and stifled sigh Betray’d his heart was broken. He led her to the altar, &c.

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ENTERED according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by H. DE MARSAN 3 In the Clerk’s office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York.

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