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He prized it for her sake, how much !
But at this moment not even such
A thought could move. He saw with joy
How far 'twould aid to save his boy.
Another ! ah, but this had laced
The bodice green his Mary wore
The hour when first a wife she blessed
The home that knoweth her no more ;
And on her happy bosom lay
Those bright medallions, hanging still
Upon the links they graced that day —
Slowly the tears his sad eyes fill ;
But on our isle even grief is calm ;
An instant held he in his palm
The priceless chain, and then beside
His mother's, laid this of his bride.
His little flock must now be sold,
His household stuff all turned to gold ;
The friendly neighbors bring their gains
To swell the sum he thus obtains.
