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LADY JANE GREY. 217
Here, on this grated window, let me lean,
From whence she gazed upon that fearful sight,
The life-blood of her bosom s dearest lord ;
Her pale lip shuddering, yet her pure eye bright
With faith the same sharp path to tread, and meet The idol of her love at their Redeemer s feet.
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