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But wherefore should I dwell on all Of sorrow memory can recall, Enough to know that I must roam An orphan to a stranger home.— My father's death in battle field Forced me a father's rights to yield To his stern brother; how my heart Was forced with one by one to part Of its best hopes, till life became Existence only in its name; Left but a single wish,—to share The cold home where my parents were.

At last I heard, I may not say How my soul brighten'd into day, lived; a miracle Had surely saved her as she fell!