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Rh I feel and say that I am cast

From hope, and peace, and power, and pride—

A withered leaf on Autumn blast;

A shattered wreck on ocean's tide,

Without a voice to speak to you

Save that deep gong which tolled my doom

And made my dread iniquity

Look darker than my deepest gloom;

Without companion save the light,

For ever present to my eye,

Of that tempestuous winter's night

That saw my angel Mary die.