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"Death! Death! I go to a doom unbless'd,    If this indeed must be! But the cross is bound upon my breast,     And I may not shrink for thee!

"Sound, clarion, sound!—for my vows are given    To the cause of the holy shrine; I bow my soul to the will of heaven,     O Death! and not to thine!"

F. H.