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    Dull time has changed the sunny locks My mother used to love ; Cold time has changed the heart she deemed As harmless as a dove . The cheek she used to press and kiss Is dark and wrinkled now , And every pure and holy trace Has parted from my brow . I am a branded , blighted thing—And yet not all destroyed , Since still I have a tear for her , And days with her enjoyed .

    Dear days ! when her caressing hand Would smooth my scattered hair—Dear days ! when , hatred , force , and strife , I knew not what ye were ! Her heart of holy love is

    cold—But not all passed away ; > Tis kept in memory ' s silken folds , All sacred from decay . One relic of the rosy past Untouched shall still remain ,

    To tell me of the thing I was—But ne ' er can be again ! My ruined spirit can look back Through vistas dark and wild , And see the line of sunny shore I traced , a sportive child : When life appeared a pebbled beach With shells and sea-weed strown , And I all free to revel mid The wealth around me thrown : A heaven of freedom , light , and love , All blessed my buoyant heart , And I , a thoughtless atom , seemed To be of them a part . O , what a chasm must I leap ,

    To reach that dark dread time When , parted from my home of love , I entered upon crime ! My young glad heart , that gushed with springs Of love and truth and joy , Was dashed with fear , distrust , and shame , By one base tyrant boy . He mark'd me as his slave—he made

    Me do his despot will—( He ' s long since stark within his grave , And yet f hate him still . )

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1834, page 264, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2632/page/32/