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by Unknown

YING, still slowly dying,

As the hours of night rode by,

She had lain since the light of sunset

Was red on the evening sky;

Till after the middle watches,

As we softly near her trod,

When her soul from its prison fetters

Was loosed by the hand of God.

One moment her pale lips trembled

With the triumph she might not tell,