Chapter 32: It Was the Overflowing Drop of Sorrow in the Cup That Already Brimmed Over

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌⁠"Alone with my hopeless sorrow,

 No other mate I know!

I strive to awake tomorrow,

 But the dull words will not flow.

I pray—but my prayers are driven

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌⁠Aside by the angry Heaven,

 And weigh me down with woe!"

Young, beautiful, penniless, and alone in the world! Oh, what a cruel fate!

Dainty realized it in all its bitterness when she arrived in Richmond that dull October day, and found the fi