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I
had
often
heard
the
song
before
,
and
always
with
lively
delight
;
for
Bessie
had
a
sweet
voice
,
--
at
least
,
I
thought
so
.
But
now
,
though
her
voice
was
still
sweet
,
I
found
in
its
melody
an
indescribable
sadness
.
Sometimes
,
preoccupied
with
her
work
,
she
sang
the
refrain
very
low
,
very
lingeringly
;
"
A
long
time
ago
"
came
out
like
the
saddest
cadence
of
a
funeral
hymn
.
She
passed
into
another
ballad
,
this
time
a
really
doleful
one
.
"
My
feet
they
are
sore
,
and
my
limbs
they
are
weary
;
Long
is
the
way
,
and
the
mountains
are
wild
;
Soon
will
the
twilight
close
moonless
and
dreary
Over
the
path
of
the
poor
orphan
child
.
"
Why
did
they
send
me
so
far
and
so
lonely
,
Up
where
the
moors
spread
and
grey
rocks
are
piled
?
Men
are
hard-hearted
,
and
kind
angels
only
Watch
o'er
the
steps
of
a
poor
orphan
child
.
"
Yet
distant
and
soft
the
night
breeze
is
blowing
,
