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Thou bring'st my youth again; thou who didst link Her faith to mine—the lost and the beloved. Fateful to me has been thy ministering; It has been thine, oh! ancient priest, to bless My marriage and my scaffold!

Not on the past, my son, fix thou thy thoughts, But on the solemn future!

I cannot choose: I sought thee out for years. Give me to know her fate—my secret bride— Soon lost, but long beloved—and I will turn From thee to thy companion—death!

When the proud Castrucani forced thy bride