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18 My days were dim in the shadow cast, By the memory of the same! Day and night, day and night, He was my breath and life and light, For three short years, which soon were past. On the fourth, my gentle mother Led me to the shrine, to be His sworn bride eternally. "And now we stood on the altar stair, When my father came from a distant land, And with a loud and fearful cry Rushed between us suddenly. I saw the stream of his thin grey hair, I saw his lean and lifted hand, And heard his words,—and live! Oh God! Wherefore do I live?—'Hold, hold!' He cried,—'I tell thee 'tis her brother! Thy mother, boy, beneath the sod Of yon church-yard rests in her shroud so cold: I am now weak, and pale, and old: We were once dear to one another,