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James Russell Lowell - Death Of Queen Mercedes
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	Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,--
	Youth, Beauty, Love, a crown, the beckoning years,
	Lids never wet, unless with joyous tears,
	A life remote from every sordid woe,
	And by a nation`s swelled to lordlier flow.
	What lurking-place, thought we, for doubts or fears,
	When, the day`s swan, she swam along the cheers
	Of the Alcala, five happy months ago?
	The guns were shouting Io Hymen then
	That, on her birthday, now denounce her doom;
	The same white steeds that tossed their scorn of men
	To-day as proudly drag her to the tomb.
	Grim jest of fate! Yet who dare call it blind,
	Knowing what life is, what our human-kind?
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